Prologue

"Fuck, you feel so good, and you taste so good baby," He spoke softly into her ear and then latched his mouth back onto her left breast while he gently squeezed her right breast with his left hand. He then slid his right hand down her left thigh until he got to the hem of her mini skirt, which he hiked up a bit so he had more accessed. He used his fingers to rub her lace covered pussy, and then he slipped his middle finger around the edge of her lace panties and slid his finger in between her pussy lips. She bucked a little and moaned out as she bit at her bottom lip. He pulled his wet mouth from her breast and looked down at her. "Shit baby, you're so hot and tight," He spoke out as he thrust his finger in and out of her core. "I can't wait to be inside of you," He then hurriedly removed his finger from her center and started fumbling with first the belt in his pants, then the button was unhooked, and finally he tugged at the zipper.

"Freeze Miami Vice!" A female voice screamed and the man scrambled from atop the woman he had been holding down against a stack of trash bags next to the dumpster down the dark alley. He took off in full speed to the end of the alley and then around the corner. She didn't give chase but instead rushed to the side of the woman still laying in the trash her face bloodied and her clothes torn. "Oh God," She gasped out as she crouched next to the woman. When she heard the two officers who were running behind her in her search for the guy they had been tailing all night, she quickly reached down and adjusted the tattered clothing as best she could to cover the exposed flesh. "He went that way," She pointed and the two male officers rushed on by. She then focused back onto the woman before her who had not made any attempt to move. "Jesus, Trudy, are you ok? Can you sit up?" Gina Calabrese asked her partner. Trudy blinked a few times as her eyes tried to focus on the face hovering above her, she jerked a bit against Gina's touch. "It's ok, you're ok, you're safe now," Gina spoke gently to her and tried to calm her. "Can you walk? We need to get you to the hospital," At these words, Trudy bolted upright and clutched the tattered remains of her top to her chest.

"No!" She yelped out a bit. "I don't need to go to the hospital," She assured.

"Yes, you do," Gina said firmly. "Sweetie, there's a lot of swelling in your face and a nasty lump on your forehead, something may be broken and we also need to get a rape kit done," She added and Trudy frowned up at her.

"He didn't rape me," Trudy said defensively as she began to stand with Gina at her side to help her.

"Trudy, he had his hands all over you. There could be some evidence on you that can help us when we catch this guy," Gina stated but Trudy just shook her head. "It's protocol and you know it," Gina spoke this firmly as she hoped to invoke a sense of duty in Trudy to make her listen.

"Don't tell Sonny what happened," Trudy said softly as she leaned on her friend a bit as they made their way back out of the alleyway.

"I won't do that honey, but he's going to see your face and know you were attacked."

"I know and I just tell him the guy got in a couple blows before you scared him off," Trudy replied. "But I don't want him to know about … He doesn't need to know anything else, all right?" She spoke this as she stopped them, turned, and looked directly at Gina.

"All right, I won't tell Sonny anything, I'll leave you to fill him in on whatever you want him to know. Now, let's get you to the hospital."

More to come...