I could just turn around now while I still have the chance, it's only two steps down the stairs take the elevator down and go straight across the street to an Uber or Lyft.

Yes, it's that simple.

'Take down Cameron and his empire''
Crap, damn my memories, rolling my eyes to his last words that seem to play in my mind like a radio.

Words no one has ever dared to say a loud, let alone attempt, that alone should have been a red flag; laughable. The man is an obvious pervert who obviously wants to get in my pants but after dealing with a jungle man, I doubt he could compete. Maybe I'll run into him again and he could tell me what he wants to say, maybe I'll see him again in the tampon section this time.

God what am I saying? He doesn't even know I'm here, I'm out. Turning around my head caught the red of a flashing light ... on a camera. The fuck? Is that thing on? My theory confirmed when I leaned in my face and the zooming noise of the device made my heart leap.

"Leaving me so soon?" The deep voice from the speakers hidden somewhere made me slightly squeal.

Frantically glancing around "You have eyes everywhere or something?"

"Only when beautiful women are within a 10 mile radius of me" he chuckles.

Rolling my eyes, "what is it you wanted to talk about, and why does it have to be out of my comfort zone?" Wrapping my arms around my waist to ease the chill from the last words.

He doesn't respond, the sudden silence definitely didn't help my paranoia, Fuck this, not looking back I took a step but jumped from a loud click from the door, I'm frozen watching it open until he came into view.

In black sweat pants he emerged a towel sloppily wrapped around his head leaving out the rest of the damped dark hair, a steam flows out from behind him, I let that condensation kiss my cheeks while I stare at his Shirtless body, small drips of water glides from his pecs to his slightly haired V neck.

My, oh my.

"Don't look at me like that, I might not behave well" green orbs already locked on mine when I reached his face.

Clearing my throat "Why am I here?"

"You wanted to see me again" he smirks.

I don't relax the stoic expression I put up.

"Alright alright," stepping aside to make room at the door "come in" he looks left and right before back at me.

I stare at him lowly heaving my chest.

"You have my word, this is something I think you'd want to know" the flirtatious attitude completely diminishes, I swallow thickly form his hard expression before blowing out a breath.

"Could you step aside?"

Completely stepping away from the door "No fun".

The apartment complex looked luxurious, a dark beige decor paired with the white walls, plain, his aesthetic screams rich but his apartment only contained a large beige L shaped couch, dark brown coffee table and a Wide TV against the wall, that's it?

This place was big enough for five people, maybe it was just the living room that didn't get as much attention.

"Yes, most of my time is spent well, in the bedroom, it's up to my guest where they would like to arch for me."

Snapping my head towards his face, Fuck, was I speaking out loud?

"No, I'm not a Mind reader, your stance and face says it all," He stood behind me hands in his sweats staring down at me.

Smirking at my discreet attempt to not look at his body he moves around me "One second".

I stay on guard watching him disappear into the hall way entering a door on the left side. This place is empty, I made a mistake but I refuse to go down without a fight, within my purse I held on to the pepper spray Justine would force me to bring everywhere. An eerie silence caused me to shiver, distracting myself with the lifeless living room my eyes caught a photo frame just on the counter before the kitchen.

Silver rimmed 4x4's lined up in a row, something strange, the first one shows a family, a boy and a girl with I'm guessing is a mom and dad in the background - guessing? Really Jane? What Did it look like they photobombed?

Smiles of joy and an obvious love between them, the second one was odd, the father missing and smiles are only lopsided. In each remaining photo, one by one they kept disappearing until all was left was the boy, my heart broke seeing as there was no smile but red eyes as he stood there alone with what looks like kids behind him. What?

A picture indeed is a thousand words, An obvious sad story, what happened?

"Torn"

"Ohh hell! -" my soul jumped from my flesh, I saw the light, can't meet my maker yet, I have no idea how I'll answer him for my stupidity in life. Placing my hand over my trepidatious heart, "I'm sorry" I breathed.

"Don't be," he now has a light blue shirt on, with eyes on the photo he walks towards me, "That was my family".

"Was?"

"My Mother and father were undocumented and shipped back to Argentina,"

"Oh My -"

"Inflation up there was unaffordable, they lived in the streets, From there my father suffered a stroke and passed at the hospital, my mother tried to sell as much as she could to stay afloat and give our foster parents something to take care of us," He huffs a smirk "they Only pocketed the amount for themselves, my sister was then placed in another foster care facility, a family of bishops I should say, she was subjected to rape from their eldest son and lived in the basement, she died of malnourishment and infections."

I was ready to cry, I stared at his soft facial expression, not even a tear brimming, he speaks as if it's yesterdays news. "I - I - am so-"

"Don't apologize, they all fought hard, and that's more than enough for me."

"Your moth-"

"No one knows how, but she passed away".

He lost all his family members, as a kid hearing all of this I couldn't imagine, "Thank you for sharing, that must have been hard to live through".

"It's been years muñeca, my tears have long dried."

By any chance there ashes aren't buried anywhere in nature? No, don't mention it. Letting the moment die down "Jonathan, what did you want to speak to me about?"

Gesturing towards the couch "Have a seat".

Rounding to the opening of the chair my head double whipped when I caught a few papers on the coffee table, are those ... are those pictures of ... Cameron? My brows furrowed seeing red circles and maps of Cameron.

Cameron on the phone.

Cameron having lunch with woman with a birds nest of a hat on her head.

Cameron headed towards the restaurant of where Discharge Kevin had his ass kicked.

What the? Don't tell me this guy is the leader of the Cameron fan club. "Wh-what is all this?"

"He looks familiar?"

"I- I-"

"Answer me muñeca"

"I only met him through a friend of mines' boyfriend, well technically my roommates/best friends boyfriend friend, I mean he's a friend of my girl best friends boyfriend and -" the confusion was evident in his eyes while he cocks his head, Shut up Jane.

"He's my roommates boyfriends friend, I met him once."

"What is his character like?"

"Uh well, he is an arrogant asshole that's for sure and kind of entitled but that's all, I didn't stay long enough to pursue any further."

When all he did was stare at me I diverted my attention back to the papers " Why are you asking me about him?"

With Everything happening trusting anyone is a big No, especially beautiful strangers that seem to have Erotomania. "Was That the only time you met him?"

I was startled by the statement, it seems like he knows there is more, which there is, but again telling a stranger 'Yes he came by my shop gave me a false promise to make it up to me about being an asshole, ambushed me with my evil ex boyfriend - who by the way will show up when least expected - had me almost killed Hadn't it been for ... hadn't it been for Rowan.' Than BOOM! He's One of either Phillips, Cameron's or Kevin's men or worse Kevin's fathers underground Help.

How would that look? I would lead them straight to Rowan, exposing anything tonight, means exposing Rowan, I can't explain this feeling, this emotion when saying his name that sets of butterflies in my stomach warming my heart to the thought of him, Oh I miss him so much, especially now, him leaving me invited all sorts of freaks and perverts.

Swallowing thickly "yes, yes it was."

Unconvinced was his glare, yet his eyes were soft, "It seems there is information you are holding back."

"Again, why am I here, why the interest in Cameron, I will leave if -"

"Because I want him off the streets"

"Aren't you one of his guys? It seems traitorous to me that-"

"Don't Ever insult me again bebita" His voice Dark, leaning in popping his elbows on top of his knees "Don't link me with a monster like him, I want him and his whole empire torn to the ground."

He-he does?

"What do you mean?"

"Take a guess Bambi, who could have been the family of bishops My sister Was given too?"

No, no, it couldn't be.

I found catching my breath difficult, the blood my heart was pumping through my arteries wasn't enough for my veins, my lack of oxygen turned my body cold to the sinister statement, "Wh-what?" My lips shake and so does the rest of my body.

I shouldn't even be surprised, those people screamed pure evil, it questions me daily how they are able to enter the holy ground of the church, that explains why I always secretly wished they'd catch on fire and disintegrate Stepping through the doors, or burn under the sun -wait no that's a different demon, these are worse.

"Ca-Cameron was the one who rrr -raped your sister" I wanted to vomit.

"Si"

I search through his eyes, anything at all to find a lie, but I'm no detective and way too stunned, I stood and sat right next to a monster, - well Justine invites one of them over to the house but this one is different, though that story is enough to still my breathing, how do I know if it's the truth.

"Your lying to me"

Abruptly he stood without a word disappearing into the dark hallway again leaving me to painfully swallow everything. I heard his heavy foot steps emerging And tried to fix myself,

"Look".

I couldn't hold back the tears any longer with what I saw, but it's confirmed indeed, this man was telling the truth, in the mini photo there was Cameron's parents smiling ever after with a mini Cameron that had his arms tightly around the neck of a little girl, that same little girl, his sister. 'Anyone' could like at this picture and would let it fly by, but 'human beings' would look closer and see the disturbing details of this picture, the only one not smiling is the girl, the only one with slightly purple marks on her arms is the girl, the only one with clear fear in thier eyes is the girl.

Flipping the creepy picture upside down, -I have had enough- staring into space, "I - i am So-"

"You did nothing to me diente de león, I only want to stop him from doing it to others."

"Is that why I'm here? Is this a witness protection program?" My voice still soft and hoarse.

Leaning towards me again "No muñequita, I want you to work with me."

"What?" My eyes slightly turn to him, I can feel how puffy they are.

"I want you to help me put him and his empire away,"

I say nothing and stare stoically.

"Kevin, Philip and Cameron, are you aware of these names?"

My heart leapt "wh-"

"Don't worry, you are safe here from them and anything, do you know them?"

"Ye-yes"

"Cameron is the strongest link in that group, it's his family that supplies and makes way for the rest, it's like an ant pile, the army knows what to do, but destroying the ant pile, the ants will scatter not knowing what to do, but they will look for something or someone to blame and attack. Camerons empire, destroy that empire and watch the rest fall out of line."

I can't believe how much I'm listening to for this long, I can't believe it makes sense. "H-how do you-"

"It's simple, you have already achieved the beginning."

Furrowing my brows "wh-what?"

"Was it not you that encouraged many young women to take a stand and report Kevin and the time and place?"

Searching through my brain "when did I -"
"the restaurant where you and Kevin had dinner is under investigation, apparently a few people who wanted to remain anonymous came forward to detective John and confessed to seeing him be very nasty and vile towards you and the staff, also many said the same that he practically dragged you out of the restaurant."

Wait a second, "I - how did you?"

"My names is Yonathan Munoz, detective Yonathan, but please perrita call me John."

"Yo-you're detective John?"

He leans back with a coy smile "So you've heard about me?"

"Through a friend, those women confessed to you?"

"I'm a women magnet," he joked before clearing his throat, "those girls came up and forth with a look of determination, it's almost as if it was their agenda,"

"I-I"

"They even confessed to previous crimes before, things no one had ever dared to admit in real life"

"I- wrote it"

"You are Peachybootywriter8089?"

Cringing hearing my username, Fuck I forgot to change that, "yes?"

"How did you - "

"Jane Desiline?"

My heart falls to anus, I knew it, it's over, "how did you kno-"

"It was your book on this app that fired up those women, they read the story and must have been at the same location before and decided to bring it to light, it was your words through this story that motivated these women to stand up, Tarnishing Cameron's imagery, he indeed does have multiple restaurants but this was an impact on his image."

"I-I "

"Do it again,"

There it was, me getting dragged into hell. But the sudden realization helped put the pieces together "You - you know who I was from the beginning, didn't you"

"The descriptions were all the same mariposa, dark brown, voluptuous, tight curled hair with scars on her left forearm,"

"Though many beautiful African women of this town matched the description at first -especially the bodies - it was when I saw you one day walking, it looked like you were paranoid, you kept looking around at everyone almost ready to tumble down, and that was when I thought I found the culprit, the women All coming up to me confirmed everything, and I realized than it was time to meet you."

"You were there that day?" That was literally right after it all happened, I was paranoid but it seems I had a reason all along.

"You walked in to the flower shop to -"

"Get a better look at your arm, you had a very, very sexy dress that day but it made the evidence more clear."

"That's - really creepy"

"What I'm going to tell you next will be creepier".

My ears perked up "what?"

"It seems you have been followed, by one of those guys' Men, that day I saw you, two men were watching you from a far, they left when they saw me, they car back that day I entered your flower shop but this time lingered for a while waiting for me to leave."

I couldn't believe my ears, so him glancing back and forth at me and the window that day he was looking at ... them? I want to pass out, die, or something.

"I will protect you as long as possible, as long as you keep writing, I can get an order that restrains Cameron's empire, they won't touch you"

"I'm sure that's going to work," I hope he gets my sarcasm.

"Yes, it did, you weakened his image, now everyone is already coming for him, that's going to be enough time."

I have prayed for this moment ever since the day I met him. Though it's happening quickly it's still happening, I could almost cry at his words, but Rowan, I'd expose him along the way.

"I don't know,"

"The choice is yours coneja, I will continue to fight that family, it would just be quicker with you".

"Why though why my book?"

"It's Your confession, those women are the witnesses."

"Oh" The pieces have come together, me writing was my confession, I put them into words and inspired my readers to be brave enough, it breaks me knowing how many women love my book enough to stand strong. Which means, those men leave trails of blood and tears behind, stepping on anyone to get to the top. I can no longer sit in the background and wait for them to destroy my life, then remaining behind the scenes, only scare me more, why hasn't anything been done yet and why send men?

"I'll do it,"

A shimmer of hope went through his eyes, "I'm right beside you Diamanté,"

It Was Rowan being by my side that encouraged me to do it, it was his presence that reminded me I had a Voice, Next to him I felt stronger in words ... Because he was always there to get me out alive, if exposing those men would protect him, and come out of hiding than so be it.

"Pardon my manners, let me get you a drink corazón,"

"No that's ok, I'm leaving soon."

"Let me take you," I don't get to debate, he was already headed for his keys.

I've got a lot of writing to do getting home, I could still make my story sexy, but just a little more adventurous, existing and protecting was one thing, I still had another issue to deal with

Justine.