Loves Redemption Kimberly Terry (i can read books TXT) 📖

the pimp, fearful, yet defiant at the man she’d come to hate and fear.

She knew this sudden show of concern over whether or not she was happy was bullshit.

He didn’t give a damn about her; he only cared about how much money he’d lose if she didn’t go back to selling her body for him.

“Rocco I’m just fine where I am. I ain’t going back to being a ho for your ass no more.

So you can go on somewhere with that shit.” As she said the words to the man who’d controlled her life for years, she felt a curious detachment from her surroundings. She saw the barely discernible flush gather on his dusky cheeks, and the way his thick nostrils flared at her words.

She knew if she had good sense, she should be scared. Maybe she didn’t have good

sense, because she wasn’t afraid. What she felt instead was a taste of freedom. She would stay right where she was, and she damn sure didn’t have to let this asshole sell her body or her soul anymore.

“Okay buddy come with me, Ms. Ruby has made her intentions clear and I think it’s time

for you to go.” Rowan roughly grabbed the man by the upper arm and pulled him away from the throng of women and counselors.

“You gone regret this you stupid bitch. Don’t worry--your ass a be right back beggin’ me

to take you in when they find out what a worthless ho you really are. Man, get your damn hands off me,” the pimp demanded, as Rowan easily held him within his grasp and shoved him toward the door.

As they left the room, Dalia engulfed the petite woman in her arms, as she reassured her

everything was okay. “Although it looks as though you are able to take up for yourself very well Ms. Ruby,” Dalia chuckled.

“Do things like that happen often?” James asked one of the other counselors as they

followed the others out of the room, going back to the session they’d been pulled out of.

“Not often, things are pretty calm around here. Sometimes a pimp will call them, but our

residents rarely leave on their own, especially the first few weeks they’re here, so it’s hard for the pimp to get access to them,” she explained.

“What does Dr. Richardson do when that happens?”

“Do? What do you mean?”

“Well does she call the police? Does she reprimand the resident?”

“She certainly doesn’t punish the resident. And usually she’ll call the police and they put a restraining order on the pimp.”

“Oh yes of course of course,” he hastily agreed. “That was really awful. I wonder how

Ruby is? I think I’ll go and check on her,” James finished with a smile, changing the subject.

He left the intern and found Ruby. “Hi Ruby, I’m not sure if you remember me. I’m one

of the new interns, and I wanted to let you know if you want to talk about anything, I’m here,” he began in a sympathetic tone.

“Yes thank you, I remember meeting you. Dr. Maya has already assigned a counselor to

me but thanks anyhow. I’m gonna meet with her now. She thought it be good for me to talk

about how all what just happened made me feel,” Ruby answered with a nervous laugh.

“How did it make you feel? Are you angry about what he did?’

“Angry? Why would I be angry?”

“Well… because here you are, trying to start a new life, and he struts in here like some

peacock making you feel worthless and ashamed, telling you you’re not good for anything

besides being a whore. I mean those are some pretty awful things to say to someone don’t you think? People like him shouldn’t be able to roam around free. I’m happy for you. You got away from him.”

“I guess I could be pissed off, usually I’m scared as shit of him. Today, I wasn’t scared so much,” her voice was filled with pride. “I saw him as a big, dumb-ass bully that I don’t need in my life no more.”

Patting her shoulder, James commented, “Good for you Ruby. Well I don’t want you to

be late for your session. Ruby is that Rocco’s real name?” he asked as he turned back toward her.

“Naw, that fool thought Rocco sounded tougher than his real name.”

At his raised eyebrows she laughingly told him what his name was. They both shared a

laugh as James left her to go to her counseling session and he went to attend to his own duties.

CHAPTER 33

“How about it? Doesn’t that sound like fun?” Mark asked Maya as he covered her small

naked body with his, and planted kisses along her sensitive neck, making her squirm.

“Mark, I haven’t skated since I was fifteen years old and that was only once. Besides,

I’ve never roller bladed.” Was her answer to his request they go skating at the park close to her house.

“Come on, baby, it’ll be fun. It’s a beautiful Saturday morning and we’ve got our

weekend to ourselves for once in a long time and…”

“And you want to show off your prowess as the superior athlete and laugh at poor klutzy

Maya. I don’t think so,” she picked up the end of the sentence, laughing as she rolled away from him on the bed.

“Come on, baby, you know I would never laugh at you. And there’s no way in hell you’re

going to convince me you are in any way klutzy, not with the way you move.” His eyes raked

her body with a leer. He leaned on one elbow and stared at her. “I’ll teach you how--it’ll be fun.

Come on, Maya.”

She looked up into his handsome beguiling face, and couldn’t resist responding to the

little boy expression, on his very adult features. “I suppose you already have roller blades?” At his nod she continued, “Maybe I’ll have to watch you anyway. I don’t have any blades,” she said with feigned dismay.

“Stay right