Poor Little Cassie – Chap 11 – The end

Beatrice walked slowly across the massive house. She turned down a hall and then entered a small bedroom. She looked around and noticed her father had changed nothing. She saw her childhood played out on her walls. Well, a little of her childhood, the part where her Mom was here, and she was happy, the rest of her short life was misery and training. She knelt and then sat in the middle of the floor, her legs crossed and her arms resting on her knees. She took a deep breath and started to focus on the anger, the hurt, the sadness. She felt the power start to simmer again deep within her young body.

Frankie drove down the street and checked out the addresses. This was the street, he wondered what he would find at her house. He was so hoping he would not find this young girl in a dumpster somewhere. He noticed the numbers getting close and then he saw the house. He pulled into the empty driveway and stopped on the side of the house in front of the garage. He climbed out and noticed there was a deck of some sort in the back. He opened the wooden gate and stepped into the yard. He saw a pool and a deck that attached to the house. It was covered and very nice. He also noticed a sliding door on the deck leading into the house.

Frankie walked across the deck and tried to open the door. It was locked. He looked down and then pulled out a small piece of metal from his pocket. The lock clicked, and he slid the door open. He walked into the kitchen and looked around. The living room was connected, and he stepped forward. His heart skipped when he saw the body. It was small and shoved halfway under the couch. He moved closer, praying he would see movement. The girl was small but her smooth body was covered in black writing. Words that were coarse and names. He also noticed bruises and cuts across the backs of her legs. He reached tentatively under the couch and felt for her neck. His fingers found the side of her throat and he was relieved to feel a pulse. It was strong and steady. Well, she was a tough little thing.

He lifted the couch and pulled her out gently. Her shoulders were badly bruised, and he noticed the side of her face was puffy and bruised. He rolled her onto her back and his breath caught in his throat. He did his job well and sometimes his job involved dealing out punishment, so he had seen many people that were beaten and bruised. This, however, was so wrong it broke his heart. This was a child and her body looked destroyed. Her face was a mess. Her left eye was swollen shut and her right was not much better but looked like it could maybe open. Her breasts were red and bruised and she had marks across her stomach. He felt the anger growing in him and he reached out to move a lock of her hair off of her face.

He jumped as she flinched. He looked as her right eye opened slowly. Her lips were cut and swollen but they started moving. He heard a small voice and he leaned in closer.

“Please, no more.” He heard her whisper and he felt tears gather in his eyes.

“Baby, you can relax. You are safe now.” He said slowly.

He saw her eye look at him and then a small smile appeared across her swollen face. She took a deep breath and closed her eye. He grabbed his phone and dialed. The man answered quickly.

“Mr. Joe, I found her. Yes, she was in her house. Yes, she is alive, but she is a mess.” Frankie listened to the instructions and slid his phone into his pocket.

Frankie looked around the living room and noticed a blanket strewn across the back of the couch. He grabbed it and wrapped it carefully around her. Her body was limp, and her arms hung down as he lifted her and carried her to the car. He placed her gently in the back seat. He slid into the driver’s seat and grabbed the steering wheel, trying not to break it in his powerful hands. He wanted, no, he needed to find who did this. He drove slowly back to the massive house.

Frankie walked through the large door into the parlor. The girl was still limp, her left arm hanging loosely. He saw Beatrice walking briskly towards him. She stopped and looked at the young girl’s face. She touched the bruised left cheek and ran her soft fingers across the swollen face. The girl flinched and moved back slightly. She noticed the small girl open her right eye and look at her in fear. Beatrice noticed recognition in her eye and the girl smiled as big as she could. Beatrice lifted the girl’s arm, placing it across her small body. She grabbed the girl’s soft hand, noticing it was one of the few body parts that was not damaged.

“Sweetheart, I am so sorry, but you are safe now. We have you.” Beatrice said and squeezed her hand gently.

“Thank you.” She heard the small whisper and the eye closed.

“Frankie, take her to the study. The doctor is waiting. Thank you for finding her.” Beatrice said and looked at the huge man.

“Yes, maam. Would it be ok if…….” Frankie started but stopped as Beatrice touched his arm.

“Yes, Frankie, you will be coming with me.” She said softly.

“Thank you, Miss Beatrice.” Frankie said and started to the study.

Beatrice turned and walked back into the office. Her father was on his laptop and Mandy was sleeping on the couch. Her father looked up as she entered.

“Daddy, I am going to shower and get dressed. I will need to watch all of it when I return.” She said.

“Yes, sweetheart, I will have it ready. He is at the bar.” Joe said.

“Good, does it look like he will be there a while?” She asked.

“Yes, he just arrived, and they look very comfortable.” He said.

“Ok, I will be back shortly. Can you reach out to Uncle John and bring him up to speed?” Beatrice asked as she turned.

“Yes, already done, he will have his guys ready, and he said you would have as much time as you need.” Joe said.

“Thank you, Daddy.” She said and left the room.

She stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around her long blonde hair. She grabbed another towel and wrapped it around her body, tucking it in near her full breasts. She looked in the mirror and took a deep breath. Was she ready? Mister J said she needed more time, but she had to come back. She would have to be ready. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Joe looked up and caught his breath in his throat as he saw her walk in. She was stunning. Her hair was long and curled around her soft shoulders. The dress was incredible, black and silky. The top was a deep V, her cleavage gorgeous but not over the top. The dress landed right above her knees but the slit on the right made its way well up her long leg. He noticed the black stockings and the heels. Yes, she was stunning. He thought she looked a lot like her mother and he smiled.

Beatrice sat in the chair near the desk, crossing her long legs. She smoothed the dress and pulled it to cover the top of her stocking. The dress was perfect, it would do its job. Men like Tony are so simple when it comes to this part. She smiled and looked at her Dad.

“Daddy, can you start from the beginning?” She asked.

“Yes, sweetheart, we have footage of the Christmas party, the bachelor party, and the incident at the bar.” He said as he typed.

“Christmas party?” She asked.

“Yes, he had a Christmas party at his house and Mandy reported that Tony did something to the mother. She was not sure, and we don’t have surveillance in the bedrooms. We were not certain of the Mom’s involvement, we think there is a long history between her and Tony.” He said, and the screen came to life.

“Is that why he chose Cassie?” Beatrice asked as she watched Mandy serving drinks at the Christmas party and Cassie drinking some sort of pink drink.

“We think so, he knew about her and we think he just decided to act one day. He went on a service call to her house, which he hadn’t done in years.” Joe said.

Beatrice watched the scene unfold as Tony worked the room and then talk to Cassie’s family and then introduce her to a group of men. There was nothing sinister here as far as she could tell.

“Daddy, do we know if anything happened during the Christmas party?” Beatrice asked.

“Well, we do not have footage, but we do know that the large black man talking to Tony there is Nate Bertrand. He owns a chain of hotels and was in negotiation with Tony for a large contract. He signed it the day after the party.” Joe said.

“That is not anything out of the ordinary.” Beatrice said and turned to her father.

“Well, no, but we know that Cassie stayed at Tony’s overnight as we saw her there early in the morning. We saw quite a bit early in the morning as we do have surveillance in the kitchen.” Joe said and hit a few keys.

Beatrice saw the kitchen and then saw Cassie walk into the kitchen with the large black man. She was wearing a short red silky robe. Tony was sitting at the table.