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Wanted In More Ways Than One (Closed for raiguy)

Gwyn finished eating her fill before resting her head on Tay's shoulder. She wanted- no, needed- to tell him about what happened, but she was nervous about doing so. Nervous about his reaction. He was always very protective over her.
 
Tay could see something was bothering Gwyn, so turned to her. "If you want to tell me something, I will listen and not judge you. It's up to you if you want to tell me though," he said softly, munching on a cracker.
 
Gwyn smiled, thankful he had said something. "Feel free to interrupt if you need to ask a question," she told him.

"After we broke up, I went wandering for a while. Just wandered, not really having a destination. I occasionally had a joint- you know that always calms me down- but that was about the extent of my lawbreaking. Until I met up with Adrian Malovick. You remember him? Well, that was my ex fiance who I stabbed."

"This was about a year after I left you. And at first, Adrian was really nice and sweet. He would take me out to dinner ALL the time, buy me flowers, took care of me when I was sick. . . He was the one who introduced me to the Mexican cartels. Barely anyone tries to finger a good looking woman of selling drugs, to be honest. Roughly a year later, Adrian proposed, and I said yes. But to accept his proposal, I had to do something even more drastic than selling cocaine on the street.

"That's where the Molotov cocktails came in. I'm thankful that no one was seriously injured, but Adrian was careless, and had me throw them outside of a bank. That's why there's footage of me throwing them into the street."

"They've never caught me on that charge. Or on any charges, for that matter."

"Adrian was pissed that there was footage and now a warrant out for my arrest. That's when he started beating me."

"You know me. I've dated abusive guys before. But I've always been able to walk away, because quite honestly, they were wusses. Not Adrian."

"As usual, when the beatings started, they weren't frequent, and he'd always apologize. But then, it became more frequent, and stopped apologizing. He stopped taking me out to eat, or buy me anything unless it was instrumental in crime. By the time that the authorities realized that I was also an identity thief and committing fraud, he was beating me every day. And he'd encourage the cartel that we worked for to beat me as well. Most of the burns came from the cartel. Everything else came from Adrian."

"Many people often ask 'Why didn't you leave him?' or 'Why didn't you report him?'. Well, for several reasons. One, if I reported him, he would turn everything back on me. You see, even though we were a team, I worked more often than he did. It's how we brought the money in. So he would have just pinned everything on me, and at the most, he probably would've gotten probation. I would've been in prison. As to why I didn't leave him? At first, it was simple: I loved him. It's hard to leave someone you love, especially someone like that. But also, I had tried to leave him before. Only once before, but it was enough to make me stay. He nearly killed me that night, and told me if I tried again, I would be dead. So I really didn't have a choice but to stay with him. Besides, where would I have gone? Everyone here knew I was a felon, and they wouldn't have let me stay. I had no friends outside Adrian and the cartel."

"The final straw, however, came when he insisted that I start whoring myself out. I've always been a proud woman when it came to sex, and he knew that. I wouldn't do it. He told me that I could always curry favors with the cops that way, and that if their C.O.s and such knew that they were fucking not just a prostitute, but a wanted woman, they would loose their jobs. It was the perfect way to keep me safe, he said. I still refused."

"He beat me that night, and when his knee connected with my ribs, I had had enough. I grabbed the knife he was planning on using on me, and I stabbed him. Right above his belt. The scream he emitted was horrifying, but he still kept trying to beat me. I kept stabbing him. Something inside me had snapped, and I kept stabbing him, even after I made the final blow."

"30 stab wounds later, I was standing over his dead body, covered in blood. I quickly showered and changed, but kept the knife with his blood on it. I left his body there, and went to his car and drove off."

"When the cartel heard that Adrian was dead, and that I had killed him, it was a meeting of mixed signals. They were tired of playing Adrian's games, and therefore glad that I had killed him. But now, I brought attention to them, and they weren't happy about that. So, again, I was beaten. Not as hard, but I was beaten. That's when my pinky was broken."

"For two years, I've traveled around the country for the cartel, selling and buying, but never using. That was an advantage of me never being caught. I never used, except a bowl of marijuana every now and then. It allowed for me to have a clear head. They still beat me, out of habit more than anything. I ate out of the Dumpsters, simply because all the money I earned from selling went to the cartel. I had proven my worth by killing Adrian and by being one of their sellers that never got caught. But they couldn't trust me; I'm not Mexican. So they treated me like dirt."

"In those evidence bags, there is enough cocaine and heroin to put me away for the next 50 years. There's the knife that I used to kill Adrian. There's the guns, the identities, and the several credit cards that I've stolen or have committed fraud with over the years. I'd estimate that there's about 40 different identities that I've stolen. Only about half of them are known to the authorities."

"I haven't seen the cartel in two weeks, but that beating was the worst. You can tell by my ribs. I had accidentally lost about 20 grams worth of cocaine, which you obviously know the street value of. They don't take to mistakes lightly."
 
Tay sat quietly as he listened to Gwyn tell him what she had been through. He could understand a lot of it, as it started to fill in the gaps that the rumors left out from a few people. He mainly wasn't surprised by what the cartels did, or even Adrian. He could tell what kind of a scumbag he had been, even in high school.

"I can understand parts of your story, having dealt with cartel members, abusive boyfriends, and a few other types. I'm not saying I know what you went through, but I can understand it, and I know that I will keep you safe from it if you let me," he said, before pausing to think.

"From what you said, I think we can actually get a lot of things mitigated, as it is easy to see how the cartels and Adrian used you. It might be hard to get rid of the identity theft, as well as some other things, but we can probably get rid of everything if you help bring down a higher up in the cartel, or even one of the cartels itself," he said, thinking about what deals could be made.

He pulled Gwyn close, making sure he was gentle, before looking at her. "I think I can help you. Are you willing to let me help you?" he asked softly.
 
Gwyn nuzzled into him. "Yes. Please. I'm tired of running away. I'm tired of being beaten. I'm just. . . tired. . . ."
 
Tay nodded. "No more from now on. We are going to fix this, and then we are going to make sure it doesn't happen again," he said, before sighing and relaxing against the bed.
 
Gwyn nodded, and relaxed against him, feeling comforted. No one knew the full story until she told Tay. "So how are we going to fix it?"
 
Tay cracked his neck slowly. "I have a friend who is an assistant DA, and I can convince him of a deal. Plus he owes me a favor, so this will make us even. He likes being even with me," he said with a smile.
 
Tay shook his head. "He's a guy I met when I first joined the force," he said, before turning to look at Gwyn with a smile.
 
Gwyn smiled. "But what am I going to do for work, once I'm done with crime and cartels? I didn't go to college. Crime is really all I know how to do well."
 
Tay shrugged. "We can get you into a program for a degree, or whatever you want to do, we can see. The future will be open once we are done with this," he said.
 
Tay smiled, before suddenly getting a cracker. He held it up to Gwyn's mouth. "Eat," he said a little forcefully.
 
Tay smiled, before looking at Gwyn. "I remember a few things from when we dated," he said with a wink, before pulling her nearly on top of him and hugging her.
 
Tay looked at Gwyn. "Are you okay, or do we need to talk a little bit more?" he asked softly, wanting to make sure they were completely open about things.
 
Gwyn shrugged. "I'm not entirely sure if I'm okay," she said. "I do know that I'm very scared, Tay. Very scared."
 
Tay nodded. "How can I help change that feeling?" he asked, looking down at her and kissing her brow softly.
 
"That's the thing. I don't know. Maybe it's just something that will pass with time," Gwyn said softly.
 
Tay nodded, wondering if it would indeed pass once she was out of that type of life, away from the cartels, drugs, and violence.
 
Tay thought about it. "It'll be Monday, as his office is closed during the weekend. It's weird, you'd think it'd stay open, but it doesn't. Oh well," he said with a shrug.
 
"That'll give us time to go clothes shopping. None of my shit fits anymore," Gwyn said. "I want to look presentable. And somewhat respectable."
 
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