Shayla
Maurice was hit with 10 years. Ten fucking years. I got to do something and fast.
I've been going into these sex stores trying to find out what exactly has been bought by my "husband". What I'm finding out is leading to the answer.
I've learned that he comes in here by his self or with other gentlemen and they buy dildos, lube, whips, chains, and other sexual items.
"Shayla you wouldn't believe what we found."
"What now?" Sam handed me some things in a box. I looked over the papers discs and the photos. Let's not talk on the videos. I played the video and let's just say my eyes, Jesus.
We got them right were we want them.
"They are some sick bastards who need to rot in jail."
"Who rapes little boys, records it, and takes pictures. They got to be dumb as fuck. Where did you find them?"
"While they left for the day. Jayceon, AJ, and I went into their house. We searched high and low. We found a room that was locked. So I picked it and we found this stuff." Sam said nonchalantly. My bitch.
This should be good. They not taking him away from me and our baby I'll be damned.
I'm not going down without a fight.
