Emancipating Emily - Chapter 5 (Part 4)
Things always happen at once. You can go along for days and days with nothing interesting happening. Months even. And then WHAM! All at once your whole entire world is reordered.
"What was that noise?" Jessica asked her employer, her head popping up at the unfamiliar sound much like a guard dog's might have.
"Stay here," Emily began, but she had barely gotten the silk bathrobe wrapped around her well-toned body before her door came flying inwards in about a million pieces.
With a cry of frustration, Emily threw herself in front of the young woman she'd saved just a few months prior.
Splinters of wood struck her face and leg, cutting her. But Emily didn't feel any of it. Instead she was staring straight ahead at the team of men who had just bashed in her bedroom door.
They were dressed in all black and two of them held a small devise she surmised had been used to shatter the thick wood door into tiny pieces.
Emily had liked the idea that each of The River's rooms would be sound proof, but now she was suddenly having second thoughts on the idea.
How long had the men been inside The River? How many people had been hurt while she had just laid there with her legs wrapped around Jessica's shoulders?
"Why Dan, it's so nice of you to visit," she said coyly, just as soon as a face she recognized came into view.
The short, portly man with the ruddy face pushed into the room, shoving two of his henchmen aside in order to do so.
"I told you the next time we spoke it wouldn't be as pleasurable... for you," the man with fake yellow hair and a grey beard stated matter-of-factually, as if he held some kind of authority that meant anything to the woman in the black satin robe.
Interestingly enough, the last time Emily had seen the man was when she had leveled him with the information that she had removed several of his working girls from his books.
Three Emily had sent to school, another four she had hired to work at The River.
Emily smiled brightly at the memory. How she had made the announcement to him quite publicly. In one of his own establishments no less, a low-rent strip club called The Yellow Rose, where the Chief of Police himself had his very own private room.
At the time Emily had a few heavily armed incentives along with her. So the Chief of Police had let her leave in peace after she had made her announcement.
The cheap man in the expensive clothes smiled like a predatory bird. A dumb, witless predatory bird who loved the thrill of the chase, but never seemed to realize they were running a three-legged race.
"You could have called, made an appointment. I would have cooked for you, if I'd known you were coming," Emily cooed as she took a seat on the upholstered bench at the end of the king size bed. She crossed her legs slowly, letting the robe fall open so the men standing around the Chief of Police could catch a small glimpse of something naughty. Something forbidden.
One glance around the room told Emily it was still the easiest, yet most effective means of communication, at the end of the day.
The Chief opened his mouth in an attempt to summon a clever retort but before he could spit anything out James' voice came crashing in around them.
"Get the fuck off me!" he bellowed, and then with a roar a man dressed in all black went flying across the hall. Instantly, the two men who had shattered her door turned and lunged at the man who was now screaming his head off in the middle of the hallway.
"Who do you think you are coming in here and hurting the women who work here?" James demanded as he bashed one man's face in with the flat of his palm. The man dropped like a lead weight, and the other man quickly followed suit, as James caught him too with an unexpected strike of his elbow.
But before he could do anything else, three other men had drawn and pointed their weapons at him.
With a grunt, James' fists went limp. And then he turned and looked back to Jess who was bleeding from a cut lip and seemed to be sporting what looked like a quickly forming black eye.
A second later two men took him to the ground, while a third put a boot to his throat.
Police Chief Dan Clemens, the ruddy faced imbecile who only knew how to plan two steps ahead, turned and smiled a grin one typically only finds on retards, drunks, and celebrities who buy their own shit.
The gloat on his face was priceless.
And then Emily cleared her throat.
"Tell your man to remove his boot from my member's throat."
"Why would I do that?"
"Tell your man to remove his boot from my member's throat, Dan, or you will never see your children again," Emily told him, without bothering to smile.
"You can't... you don't..." Dan began, but there had been something in the cool detached way she'd said it that made Dan's stomach instantly sour.
The only sound for the several long moments that followed was the tick of the old clock Emily had picked out especially for her room.
Tick Tock went the clock, as the slow man pieced together everything he knew. Which wasn't much. Because Dan liked to do things the old-school way, preferring to rely on out dated methods of digging up dirt. None of which applied to someone like Emily. Someone who lived as a virtual ghost.
The portly police chief nodded at his man, and the man lifted his boot from James' throat. But just as the Chief of Police was turning back to threaten this insolent women another woman came slinking into the crammed bedroom.
Aurora was dressed only in a see through negligee but the curvy woman with the lion-like mane of hair didn't seem to notice the ravenous eyes feasting on her every inch.
The Chief just stared at her, open mouthed, as she walked in and handed Emily a small iPad.
"The call you requested, has been placed," Aurora told her employer as if she were reporting the weather, and then she turned and smiled at each of the seven men crowding into the small space.
Then she turned once more at Emily and asked, "Do you want me to stay?"
Emily smiled warmly up at the woman and then simply said, "No, I think we're just about finished here."
Dan once again opened his mouth to say something, to protest his lack of control, the lack of respect, the indignation of anyone not afraid of his power...
However, once again all he could do was stand there with his mouth open as Emily slowly turned the iPad around so he could see the screen.
On it was a live feed of his children, all three of them, in the car with their mother. They had a late dance recital. He was supposed to go. He'd promised for weeks and weeks. But he knew Emily was only in town for the night and then she'd be gone again. And he had no idea for how long.
He'd already waited what felt like an eternity for this chance. And the idea of her finally getting to see his power and wrath...
it had all been entirely too tempting.
His family had stopped for ice cream. The recital was over. And none of them were talking about him. They were in their own world.
"How?" Dan muttered, as all of his men fell silent behind him.
Emily chuckled, then stood up. Then she opened her robe just enough so that she could pull it around herself more tightly. Once again throwing off the men who had charged in all guns akimbo. All hot-headed rage.
Well... with just a flick of her robe Emily had sent all of that hot rage some place else, some place she found much more useful. And way more compliant.
"Tell your men to leave and then we'll talk. But if they make one move to hurt any of my staff or my clients your family will see just how... thoughtful I can be."
The Chief turned and motioned with his head for his men to leave.
"Do as she says," he told them, his voice a fraction of what it had just been.
When they were gone Emily turned and looked at Jessica who was still sprawled mostly exposed across her bed.
With a languid smile and slow, exaggerated movements the tall naked woman with the curly brown hair got up and left the room.
"I'd shut the door," she said with a smile as she glanced back, then she shrugged, and then she was gone.
A moment later Emily heard Jessica usher the wounded Jess and James into her room for some extra special healing attention.
Emily turned away from the man, looking down at his family as she cradled their images in her hands.
Thankfully Dan wasn't entirely stupid. So he kept his mouth shut as he evaluated the woman he saw standing before him.
After a tense moment Emily informed him, "I won't barge into your place of business, I won't call you at work, I won't send letters to the press, I'll simply take your family if you ever get in my way again."
"Take them?" the man asked, his voice less steady than he'd ever heard it before.
Emily drew in a deep breath and then let it out slowly. And then she motioned for the man to have a seat in one of the chairs by the window. The man waved his hand and almost growled an offensive remark at her offer, but then swallowed it.
He'd seen her photos. He had seen the results of the torture she had endured as a child. He'd also read the reports regarding the celebrity she'd ruined.
How she'd taken him hostage and tortured him until he'd simply gone mad. So mad in fact he had killed himself a few months later.
Emily smiled a sad smile, remembering the idiot she had once put all of her hopes on. The one Bob had killed as easily as if he had been taking a pig to slaughter.
The thought of Bob made Emily's skin crawl. The thought he was still out there... reminded her of the unfinished business they had.
Emily took a seat and then turned the iPod so that the man with the thick hairy forearms and the sloped forehead could see his family... possibly for the last time.
"You will never see it coming, Dan," she told him truthfully.
"I've had it all in place for a very long time now. Before I even officially opened the doors. I've had your family tagged and trailed so that all I would have to do is place one phone call and they'd be mine," she told him rather sadly.
"Yours..." Dan wanted to ask the question but his mouth wouldn't let him.
Because he knew she would turn his daughters into whores. It's what he would do. It's what he did do. When the wrong people crossed him, or someone he pays homage to.
Dan was sweating, but he held his tongue until the woman who had just turned thirty gave him a reason to speak.
"Tell me we have an agreement, Dan. Tell me now, and hold to it forever, or you have seen your family for the very last time."
Dan wanted to ask what had happened to her to make her so evil, so unfeeling. But then he remembered the scars and the reports he'd read, and suddenly it didn't seem to matter so much... why she was evil.
The only thing that mattered was that fact she was. Evil and ready to do exactly what he would have done if he'd been in her shoes.
"I swear. You can operate however, wherever you like. Just don't hurt my family."
Emily turned off the iPad, got up and moved an inch away from his face. The two stood nearly eye-to-eye, Dan being just a few inches shorter.
"There is no place on this earth you can hide them."
And then she was gone, and Dan was left standing alone in a pile of splintered wood.
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