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Booth's point of view

I tried to listen to Saorsa as she talked, but my mind kept wandering to what I would do to all the men that had taken advantage of my daughter like that. Wait a minute? My daughter, when did I start thinking like a protective parent. I mentally slapped myself to concentrate on what she was saying.

"One night the guys got tired of playing with my mom. She was to high to notice anything, and never knew. But anyways, they started taunting me and saying crude things. Things that would make you blush. I told them all no, they shot my dog. I had him since he was a puppy. He was a big dog. Purebred German Sheppard. They didn't kill him on the first shot, they injured him. Shot him in the belly and assured me that it would be hours before he was out of his misery. Unless I gave into their demands, then it would be one shot to the head. And as quick as you could please. I agreed on the account that they kill him first. They kept their word, that night. I was beaten to unconsciousness that night and spared the memory of what they had done. Though two months later I had an abortion, so you can guess what was done. As the weeks wore on, they would dose my mom up to knock her out and then black mail me into being alert while they played their games. Every morning I was left bleeding from various places, bruised and battered. Mom never noticed, they gave her what she wanted for free, so she turned a blind eye to what was happening. Eventually I stopped playing the game by their rules. They shot my sister, brother, grandmother, and the only friend I ever had. When I didn't cave they shot my mother and framed me for her murder. These scars are all battle scars if you will. They mark a time when I fought back. One of them had an obsession with seeing his victims bleed. And before you ask I only know them by names they let me know. I doubt they are their real names." Saorsa said calmly.

I was up and pacing before I realized I had moved. My trigger finger was itching. If her mother wasn't already dead then I would be giving her, a serious talking to. This sixteen year old girl had seen things no child should see, and yet she seemed mentally stable. Her jaw was set in a familiar stubborn manner, there was no way I could deny that she was mine. I had been tortured several times while I was in the army, it bothered me but I wasn't broken. They hadn't broken her. They couldn't. She didn't let them hold that power over her. I stopped mid-step as what she was saying reached my ears.

"We could catch them if you would like. Go undercover if you will." Saorsa suggested quietly.

I decided I would do anything to see those bastards pay.

"how?" I dreaded to ask.

"I still have connections to them, they told me that if I ever needed anything, not to hesitate to come to them. As long as I could make it worth their while, they would provide me with anything I want. I may not have to lay on my back this time." Her eyes gleaming with unchecked hatred and fury.

It was so intense even I stepped back from her. What was she going to do hand me to them?

"What are you proposing?"

"You want their faces, I can get you in. I may not be able to get you out, but I would be able to keep you relatively unharmed." Saorsa replied with a shrug.

Could I trust her, when she so clearly didn't trust me?