We'd been in Italy for a while now and it was becoming absolutely insufferable. I need my contact with my men, I need something…anything.
We had spent the past few hours getting ready and were now at the event hall for the Christmas gala and taking our seats, we were seated near a door which meant everyone who walked in saw us.
Great.
Being around the whole family for the last two weeks has been hard, we haven't been able to get a moment to ourselves, or even just with one of the other guys and we haven't been able to sleep together either. Only one more week. One more week and we can go home
Ainsley and London's kids are fuckin adorable. Such sweet little angels, Alessia is such a sweetheart bless her - my favourite. Aisley stayed with Ryan's mamma at home with the kids tonight so London could come out with us. We were all sitting at our table and I was waiting for something interesting to happen. Something interesting always happens in these.
last years is fuzzy because of all that happened, but I remember the year before that there was an issue with one of the top Don's having an absolute meltdown over ice water being too cold, which resulted in a shootout.
Pathetic.
We'd been here about an hour now, and Milo was starting to get drunk - his way of coping. We've had to lock the alcohol away at home so any chance he gets to, he will. Liam was dealing with him in the best way he could whilst Ryan and Oliver were talking to some old family friends. I scanned the room before my jaw dropped and I froze, my blood ran cold. No. No no no.
Fuck no.
"James, you good?" London asked me and i nodded as I grabbed her glass of water
"Yea, I just need some water. I think the alcohol is getting to me" i told her and she nodded. She wasn't drinking since she was helping Aisley breastfeed the quads and didn't want any alcohol to pass on, it was sweet how they made it a team effort.
"Thanks" i thanked her as i downed the glass, but when I looked around she was still there, being dragged around the hall like a limp, moveable Mannequin before she was sat down and being scolded.
She looked like a ghost, a very malnourished ghost attached to a lanky, ugly man. "London" I looked at her and she looked to me again
"Hmm?"
"Am I imagining shit, or is that my girl?" I whispered, as to not alert the others and she gasped when she saw where my eyes were going
"Yes. That is one hundred percent her - I thought -" she breathed out as we looked at my girl who was struggling to sit upright. She was very obviously off her head on something or other.
"Yea me too" I mumbled as i got up and headed towards the table she was at, I walked slowly, taking her in. She would never wear clothing like that, or heels like that, or even cut her hair like that. Her beautiful long hair - she took so much pride in it….
Where has she been all this time?
I got close enough and briefly froze when I saw the man take off the fancy mask when he was speaking to her.
William.
We've been looking for him since Trins first mentioned how he was with her and here he fuckin is.
Why is he here? He knows we'd be here...
He hadn't noticed me, too focused on being a creep with his own daughter.
He makes me sick to my stomach.
I took out my phone and shot a text to the group chat - which Milo had re-named - whilst keeping an eye on the vile slug. If I just went straight for the attack it would fail and I would get injured too, and if I'm injured I'm not use to anyone in a rescue attempt.
♿⛓️Milo's Bitches⛓️🏇
James:
William is here
Trinette too
[James Sent A Photo]
Ryan:
That fucking bastard.
I'm going to shoot him
Oliver:
Shit I'm on my way over.
What the fuck?
Milo:
Ssshrrrs jwere?
Liam:
I'm so lost, what's happening???
I headed over, holding my gun in my pocket - ready to pull it out - as Trinny didn't even see me. Her gaze on the floor and she was very very evidently high as fuck
Shit
Sneaking up behind William, I shot a look at the guys who were ready to come up and mouthed for them to sit down before clearing my throat
"Ahem, William. I see you finally came to one of these" I cocked an eyebrow as I stood behind the short man and he turned around before visibly gulping.
"It's a misunde-" he started but I didn't give him the chance before I knocked him clean out, causing absolutely havoc between his men and everyone else.
Trinny was so out of it that she didn't even know what was going on around her, focusing on her shoes and looking like she was trying to keep her guts inside her body.
Some of our men came and joined the commotion, which meant i could instantly gather Trinny into my arms, it was tough and easy to feel the bones that were once coated in a soft layer of muscle and fat. she stiffened In my arms, but didn't react much. I don't think she can react at all in this state.
"Shhh shh sh" i whispered into her hair as stroked it, leading her away from any watching eyes - she didn't need a crowd whilst she's so vulnerable.
I hushed her as i stroked her hair and back as she stood there emotionless. I think I was comforting her more for my benefit at this point, she didn't seem to take any notice of anything going on around her
"Trins?" London rushes out into the hallway to find me and my girl gripped onto my suit blazer as tight as she could but it wasn't as tight as she used to be able. She was shivering a little
"She's high as fuck London. I'm taking her home, can you get Oliver?" I asked and she nodded, I placed my blazer over her - that dress is tiny, I'm sure she's freezing - before Oliver and the rest of the guys came out and rushed over. Milo had sobered up a little but was still pretty drunk and you could definitely smell it on him, and i could feel the way Trinny physically shrank back from him.
He stopped in his tracks, noticing her aversion to him and I could see the disappointment and upset on his face
"Trins? Can we take you to the house?" I asked gently but received no response so picked her up again, Jesus Christ she's light, and headed off with the guys following us to the car.
The Ride home was silent, all of us just taking in her state and feeling so angry. We arrived home, I headed into the main house after stopping off at a bush just outside so she could empty her stomach
Ryan's mamma smiled as she came to greet us before freezing at the sight of the fragile woman in my arms
"Oliver, get your mamma, James take her to the spare room, Liam - take Milo upstairs. He's too drunk for this. Ryan come with me" she immediately sprung into her mamma-mode and i went up the stairs and to a spare room in the area of the house where me and the guys were situated. Entering the bathroom I immediately got out the first aid kit before turning around - just incase there were any injuries.
"Am I alright to get you in the bath?" I asked her, just so I could relax her a little. she just stood there swaying lightly and trying to stand upright. I don't even think she's properly aware of what's going on.
Her body shivered a little as I sat her down on the pre-warmed towel covered lid of the toilet and took her shoes off, placing her feet on a pre-warmed towel so she didn't touch the cold floor.
I started to run the bath and made sure it was warm, but not hot, and put some bath salts in there and other stuff that advertised an ability to help her relax and calm down on the box
Eventually the bath was full, and I turned to Trinny. Unsure of whether or not she could hear and process what is being said, I spoke to her anyway as I removed the dress. I had to hide the shock horror on my face at her condition.
Far too skinny with large bruises, fresh and old wounds and scars all around her body making me concerned about anything internal.
I picked her up, aiming to place her in the bath but she wouldn't let go. She whimpered as i tried to remove her hands from my neck and her legs from my waist which then lead to me getting down to my boxers and hopping into the bath with her
I washed every inch of her, horrified that a father could do this to his own flesh and blood. As i washed her arms and legs makeup came off which revealed more bruising, and then her face was the worst. Her under-eyes were a dark shade of grey and she had a few bruises and cuts here and there. It was heartbreaking.
Every pass of the soft sponge over her wounds, lacerations or bruises caused a pained noise to escape and my heart to break a little further.
But my mind couldn't let go of how easy that was. It was too easy - not been seen by anyone for a year then shows up at our gala with our girl? It doesn't add up.
A little while later, a knock on the door frame signalled to me of Oliver and his Mamma's arrival. Trinny was asleep on my chest and shivering, the water wasn't cold yet so it wasn't that - possibly the drugs.
"Poor girl, what happened?" Oliver's mamma asked as she came towards us with a large towel, allowing me to stand up with trinny in my arms as she wrapped the fluffy and warm towel around her.
"William. He's at the warehouse, we're going to wait him out for a few days before speaking to him." Oliver explained as he handed me some sweatpants and I put them on after setting our girl down on the bed and tucking her in but not releasing her hand
"Her own father did this? Christ." His mamma said as she went and did a quick once over of Trinny before sighing heavily
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Posted: 06.09.23
Poor baby.... but is it just me or was that too easy?? 👀👀
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