Silence of the Geisha Horror: Yukis Revenge by Bella Lamour, Ophelia Oomph

car.”
    “Not bad. That should have thrown them off you're trail if they were following you.”
    “I thought so. Drove to another car place, rented from them, and then I came here.”
    “You really should have sought medical attention.” Yuki interrupted.
    “I've had worst and been fine.”
    “These cretins have their hands so entrenched in our city that they were able to attack an officer of the law in him home turf. What are you going to do? File a complaint? Do you have any proof that could link it back to this trio?”
    “Not as of yet. But, I have faith that I can find something. After a night's rest.”
    “Well get your ass into the kitchen. The least you can do is shove some food into that beat up mouth of yours so you're ready to fight tomorrow.”
    Yuki stayed rooted to the ground as the two men left the room. Buck had gone after a police officer? That was insane. If he wasn't willing to leave even a Detective alone, what hope did she have? It was clear that Buck was never going to give up. He didn't just think he was above the law, he thought he
was
the law.
    She was beginning to get the idea that he wouldn't stop unless he
was
stopped.
    But who on earth could possibly halt the powerful avalanche that was Julian Warbucks?
    *
    Only twenty six percent of rapes are perpetrated by a stranger.

    Yuki didn't want to get out of bed. Detective White had already left at the first crack of dawn to report to his Sergeant, but his assault had sapped the energy from the Asian woman. How was she supposed to get up and keep living when someone so powerful wanted her very, very dead and silent?
    “Get up.”
    She rolled over to see McAnany standing in the door, his wizened, wrinkled face pulled into a stern glare. “I'm fine.”
    “I didn't ask how you were. I said get up. It's past noon and there's no point and rotting in that bed.”
    “There's no point in getting out of bed either.”
    “Bullshit.” She was startled by the loud swear. “Now come on, I made burgers and spinach salad for lunch. Get up, get your pajama pants on, and come downstairs.”
    “Just leave me alone, old man. I need to think.”
    “You can think downstairs. Where there's light, and fresh air. This is a bedroom, not a tomb!”
    “God, just go downstairs and yell about liberals.”
    “Not an option.”
    “Why do you care?” Yuki spat, sitting up and throwing a pillow at her tormentor. She was stuck at a crossroads of whether to roll over and die or try to soldier on and his yammering was not helping her in her decision.
    “Because I'm not going to stand here and let another girl die because of some monster!”
    “...another girl?”
    “It's nothing. Just... get out of bed and get downstairs.”
    “No.”
    “No? This isn't open for negotiation.”
    “No, I'm not going anywhere until you tell me exactly what you mean.”
    He stood there, glowering at her, but she held her ground. She had lost so much, so so much in the past month. She wasn't about to lose this argument.
    “Fine.” He grumbled with a sigh. He stepped into the room for the first time since she had met him, and sat on the corner of the bed facing away from her. “This was never a tenant's room.”
    “Who's was it?”
    “My daughter.”
    His words hung heavy in the air for a long moment. “Your daughter?”
    “Yeah. She was a real firecracker. Kinda like you, but with an actual personality.”
    She let out a surprised laugh. “I wonder who she got that from.”
    “Right? She got her smarts from her mother though, bless her heart. I...I didn't think I would make it when her mother passed away, but my baby helped me through. She was so strong. She was going to law school, and she took an entire semester off to live with me and make sure my sorry ass ate, and got back and forth from work. I was a wreck.”
    “She sounds amazing.”
    “She was.” Silence fell again, but she didn't rush along his story. He would continue when he was ready. Yuki could feel the pain