Crow's Row

Hours seemed to roll by in this cardboard box of a room, and Victor never came. The

warehouse went deadly quiet. Perhaps it was nighttime now. Eventually, I turned off the swinging

lightbulb, crawled down the bed, fell asleep and rebooted. There were no nightmares while I

slept—I was already in one.

Victor was staring at me in the dark the next time I awoke. I shot up and curled my body to the

wall, as far away from him as I could. In the shadows, Victor smiled his sickly smile and moved

to the bed, sitting next me.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. I felt his hand graze my hair, pushing it away from my

face, like Cameron had lovingly done before him. I was tired of crying, of playing weak. Tears

fell anyway.

Victor shushed me. “Lie down.”

I didn’t move. Hypnotized by my fear.

“Lie down,” he shouted. I yelped with fright.

With every muscle of my body shaking, I laid on my back. Victor got up and pulled on the string

of the light. I closed my eyes as the light came on. The tears had already soaked the pillow by

the time Victor had climbed on top of me. He started to kiss me and didn’t care this time that

I wasn’t kissing back. His breath smelled like alcohol or mouthwash. I couldn’t tell the

difference. Whatever it was, it made me sick to my stomach.

His kisses became more forceful, and his hands more aggressive. I started to struggle. He

grabbed my wrists and with one hand held them over my head. I started kicking and screaming. He

put his hand over my mouth and held me down with the weight of his body.

“If you don’t behave, I’ll have you serve your time in one of my whorehouses. Or maybe I’ll

just kill you. I don’t need you to be alive to make that boy lose control.” He stared me down.

“Now, will you behave?”

I nodded yes. As soon as he let go of my mouth, I spat in his face. “Go ahead and kill me then,

because I will never do what you want me to do. I won’t betray him no matter what you do to me.



He slapped me across my already bruised cheek. Tears of pain leaked out of my eyes. I winced,

but I had stopped crying. I continued to try to wiggle away from him, but this only seemed to

egg him on. His breaths became excited. He started fumbling with his belt buckle; I started

kicking and screaming as hard as I could. I managed to unclench one of my hands and scratched

his face. He screamed in anger and in pain and slapped me across the face again. The door burst

open. Victor looked up. I used his momentary distraction to struggle away from him and run to

cower into a corner of the room.

Mickey was in the doorway.

“I said to stay away,” Victor screamed at him.

Mickey quickly eyed me and turned to Victor. “I’m sorry, sir. I heard you scream. I thought—



“You thought nothing. Get out of here and don’t come back in!”

Mickey eyed me again. “Sir, there’s someone here to see you.”

I heard short footsteps, and a man I recognized as Rocco’s killer walked through the door. It

took everything I had not to jump at Norestrom’s throat to choke him. But, from the battered

look of his face, it looked like someone had already beaten me to it. One of his eyes was

swollen shut, his nose was bloody and crooked, and he was missing several teeth.

“What happened to you?” Victor asked him.

Norestrom turned all of his attention to Victor. “I got caught by one of Spider’s boys. They

tried to beat the location out of me. But I didn’t tell them a thing and escaped before they

could kill me.”

Victor half-smiled and absentmindedly said, as he glanced back at me, “Well, it’s good to have

you back, son. We’ll need you around for the takeover. Go get cleaned up and make sure that the

young lady and I get our privacy.”

“Sure, Shield.” Norestrom had a smug look on his face as he turned to soldier-man. “Think you

can manage to follow those orders, Mickey, or do I have to draw you a picture?”

Mickey looked furious, but nodded his head in obedience. The men walked out and locked the door

behind them. They gave us our privacy. Victor immediately stood up and swaggered toward me like

he had already won. I got up and met him with my fists up. I threw a punch that fanned him. He

found this hilarious.

“You and your brother have always been fighters. I never understood what you were so angry

about. Bill, I guess, had reason to be upset, what with your father leaving my sister like that.

Can’t blame your father though. Your mother was quite the catch.” He laughed again. “Poor

Billy. He came to me, thinking he would find an ally against his father. But my sister was

nothing but a weak-minded woman. I was ashamed of being related to her. She didn’t deserve to

have her honor defended by me or Bill.”

Victor pulled my fists down and brought his smiling face to mine. “Are you still a virgin?”

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