Alleged FBI raid on a Florida townhouse involving a minor and unnamed criminal network

The next two weeks I was expected to be at Charlie’s beckon call, never aloud to leave his side, even making me sleep in his bed from the second night onwards. J never even got the chance to call T.J again. It was too much of a risk anyways. Thus pushing him further out of my memory, too afraid, of the emotional repercussions. Our typical routine was to wake up get showered and dressed and I would put on my make-up while Charlie made his business calls for the day. We would leave the house mid-afternoon and run his errands do some shopping, sometimes meeting his friends or business partners for lunch, none of the men he introduced me to seemed offended at his choice of adolescent eye candy. They'd just continue to chat away as if it was normal to be in public with his arms draped over a girl young enough to be his granddaughter, not too shy by giving me a flirty tap on my bottom or even try to kiss me. My last night was no different from every other night. We went shopping that day and out for lunch alone. Later we headed to a club his friend just launched and it was his grand opening that night. The club was called “Iguana Joe’s”. We met up with his friend and said our hellos. They both seemed so excited about the club and Charlie was full of compliments all around. The club did have a line out the door which looked a mile long coming in, luckily we didn’t have to use the front door. Charlie returned from the bar with two giant long-island iced teas, which were his favorite drink to start with and then we just sat for a while watching people dancing. Occasionally conversing about passing thoughts. We danced for a while having a few more drinks and after about two hours, Charlie said he was ready to go home. What a daunting time to look forward to, he always liked to have a brief sexual encounter before drifting off to sleep with my naked body intertwined between his arms and legs. It was bad enough to have to entertain him at every given second of the day but his grip on me was so stifling | felt so chocked I could hardly breathe much less sleep. Eventually my over-worked mind would drift in- and-out of a restless sleep, but constantly on edge. I thought many of nights of escaping, but where would I go? Would one of Ron’s ever-so- connected informants finds me and turns me into him to be disposed of for good? I just prayed that I wouldn’t be another missing person to add to the list of girls found in the local ditches. I knew that’s where I was headed if I screwed this up for Ron again. As if my guardian angel was there the whole time listening to my secret prayers, my rescue came the next morning with an abrupt bursting through the bedroom door at about six am. Charlie and I were still lying in bed together and his grip on me was still tight. The men dressed in all black military gear had large guns and helmets on. It was so frightening 15 ] Copyright Protected Material CONFIDENTIAL GIUFFRE004148 at first. | couldn’t even comprehend what was happening so rapidly. 1 thought Charlie could’ve been in some kind of trouble with a business friend he had done wrong too, but then one of the men in black shouted “FBI this is a raid get down with your hands on you head’, in too much shock to move three of the men grabbed Charlie and threw him to the floor and cuffed him. I sat up in bed with my sheets covering my naked body and watched as they dragged Charlie from the room. Still completely nude he wasn’t even aloud to get dressed. Another agent had to come back in to the room to find him a pair of shorts. | could hear him screaming at the top of his lungs all of the way outside He was screaming and the last thing I heard him yell was “If you say anything you know who will find you!” I could hear more threats being yelled at me but I couldn’t make out what it was that he was saying. | was in total confusion and couldn’t believe what was happening. There were so many uniformed agents I felt so small compared to all of them but they were all very kind and helped me out of bed allowing me to remain covered up with the bed sheets so I could get dressed. The first decency | had been showed in a long time. It was an odd feeling to acknowledge. I knew the life I had come accustomed to for the last six months was now over, and in so many ways I was relieved but was also very nervous about what lay ahead of me. I excused myself to the bathroom to put some clothes on. Not having anything half decent, like a normal pair of jeans and a t-shirt. The best | could come up with was a metallic blue miniskirt and a tiny matching top that fell just below my breasts, hardly clothing at all it was more like scraps of cloth. Putting my hair up in a tight bun with the scrunchie that held my five hundred dollar bills I was led out of Charlie’s townhouse for the very last time. Starting my life over...again, | wanted to leave behind my every memory belonging to these horrid times. Only taking small sack containing my underwear, makeup bag, and journal with me. The agents led me down the staircase and my last vision’s of Charlie was bent over the hood of a police vehicle still screaming and handcuffed. I-slipped into the backseat of the car and was driven to Broward County Police Station where the Federal Agents interviewed me about my entire whereabouts for the last six months. I was so scared of what Ron would do if I told the agents what really happened but at the same token I knew he’d most likely kill me anyways for being such a liability. Over the next few hours I sat down and told the agents how Ron’s business worked and what I part I had to play to him. 1 was able to ask how they found out | was at Charlie’s house and they informed me that I was being followed all the way from Ocala, Florida where Ron had me stowed away for the last four months. T.J, my friend, called my parents 16 £1 Copyright Protected Material GIUFFREOO4 149 HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_021152