Shoving the pills in her own pocket, she opened the wallet. “Richard Andrew Williams. Age 23. Fuckin pervert.”

“Dano,” Ashley called out. Dano turned towards to find her mascara running as it mingled with her tears. She shifted her gaze watched as Aiden carried Spencer from the car, her body completely limp.She looked like dead weight. Breathing out a shuddery breath, she took a long drag from the cigarette and crouched down over the man. Tears had begun to fall from her own eyes as she grabbed onto the hem of the his shirt and pulled it up, revealing already forming bruises and broken skin. Rolling the smoke between her fingers, she put it out on his skin.

Ashley heard the cries of the man as he writhed in pain and only wanted to inflict more onto him, make her feel what they all felt combined. “Dano unlock the car.”

The taller girl stood up and reached into her pocket, pulling out her keys, she unlocked the car which was a few feet away. Aiden opened the back door and slowly eased Spencer across the back seat. “You’re alright now. He won’t hurt you anymore.” He whispered to the sleeping form before shutting the door and walking back to where Dano was standing.

Her heals clicked against the asphalt as she walked passed Aiden and to the driver’s side of the Explorer. Wrenching it open and not giving a shit if she smashed the side mirror of the car next to her, she reached between the back and bottom seat cushion of the driver’s seat, searching for a button. Dano had installed a secret compartment in her last car just in case there was an emergency or she had to deliver something that the cops would consider interesting. Ashley knew about it only because Aiden saved all of their lives by bringing out what she was about to hold in her grasp.

The seat sprung up and Ashley looked down to find assorted baggies, rubber bands, and what she was looking for, a silver Px4 Beretta pistol. It weighed her arm down as she walked back towards where the attacker was sprawled out on his back. Aiden and Dano were standing on either side of him with a lit cigarette in hand.

Aiden was the first to notice the firearm and froze up. Dano turned around and saw it as well, her reaction was more physical, she stood between the man and Ashley.

“Move.” the shorter girl commanded.

“Don’t do this. You’re not going to do Spencer any good behind bars.”

“I’d rather be on death row then know that this sack of shit is still living and breathing. Knowing that he could be anywhere waiting to hurt her again. Now move.”

Hanging her head in acquiescence, she stepped to the side and traded a look with Aiden, he was going nowhere, neither was she. They watched as Ashley stared at the nearly unconscious man, no look of emotion crossed her features, not a glint of pain or anger. She simply raised the gun until the barrel was aimed between his eyes.

TBC…