The Face That Launched A Thousand Bullets (The Cartel Publications Presents) by T. Styles Page A

her assailant went in and out of her body, pushing her into the hard bathroom floor. Although he was obviously someone who didn’t care for her, something about him was startlingly familiar. So familiar it scared her even more. Like the preacher at her church, she felt she trusted this person at one time. But the darkness concealed his identity.
    When he bent down to turn her abused body around so that her stomach pressed against the floor, she got a whiff of a familiar scent. It was the same scent she smelled whenever she hugged a long time friend of the family. Irish Spring soap. Although she hadn’t cried since she made up her mind to let him rape her, the moment she knew who it was, her body shook from head to toe.
    With her belly against the floor and his pressure still upon her, she prayed to make it out of this alive. She was so frightened she didn’t realize she said his name out loud.
    “Shy.”
    “I really wish you didn’t know it was me.” He told her, flipping her over entering her anus from the front. Instead of being delicate considering her condition, he raped her harder than before. It was as if he was taking out all of his anger on her body. “I know you like it rough. Kavon told me you like to be fucked like a whore sometimes.”
    “Why, Shy? Whhhhy ? I loved you,” she sobbed, her chest feeling as if it were caving in.
    “Because I’m tired of you teasin’ me.” He moaned in between his words. “You know you been wantin’ me ever since I found yo ass suckin’ dick. All them kisses and havin’ me fight your battles cuz yo man to weak to do it himself. I’m tired of that shit. Mmmmmmm.” He moaned again. “And then what you do? Have this nigga’s seed! Fuck that shit! I’m bout to give you an abortion the old-fashion way. Then you gonna tell his ass you can’t be with him no more. You hear me?!” He pumped her harder and harder.
    “Please, Shy. I can’t do that.”
    She had never experienced anything so horrific in all her life. The force. The reason. Nothing made sense. Sure, Shy always had come to the rescue when she needed him, but she thought he was family. She thought he loved her.
    “What about Kavon? He’s your friend.”
    “What about that nigga? I’m sick of that dude.”
    This was the worse thing she could’ve experienced. She would’ve preferred being raped by a total stranger than by a man she trusted with all of her heart and soul.
    “And if you tell him, I’ma kill you,” Shy growled. “Shiiiiiittt, yo ass feel as good as your pussy. I see why dude bout to put a ring on dat finger.”
    She never dreamed confirmation of Kavon’s marriage proposal would come by way of rape. He pounded her over and over again before he ejaculated inside of her. His panting was heavy and she could tell he was intoxicated. Finally he flipped on the lights showing his face. She focused on him best she could, due to being in total darkness for so long.
    “Now hear me and hear me good. You will leave that nigga or else I’ma come back and kill him and you. You got one week to be ready to bounce wit’ me.”
    He looked like a madman as he ranted. There were wrinkles in his face and he didn’t look the same.
    Saying nothing else, he punched her so hard she passed out.

 
     
    Kirk Bowler Chief of Police
    Washington D.C.
    Like Taking Candy From A Baby
     
    K irk sat back in the large black leather chair in his office and twirled around. He was in full uniform as he glanced down at the four stars, which symbolized his rank. His tanned skin and chiseled bone structure were more fitting of a 29-year-old model than the chief of police.
    “Sir…Mr. William Jamison is here to see you.” His young white secretary said.
    “Thanks, Jessica, let him in.”
    Williams walked in and for a brief second, they exchanged mental glances. They were victorious. They’d been trying to put Kirk in the mayor’s way for a minute and it finally paid off.
    “Congrats! So how does it feel to be the