Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
I knew the day that video was taken.
I’d had a really shitty day.
A woman had been abducted. It’d been a bad one. And we’d gotten her back by the skin of our teeth.
I’d needed a breather. I’d needed a day away from reality.
And Chastity hadn’t wanted to give that to me.
So I’d broken it off with her.
I’d gotten home to finding her driving away from my house.
That should’ve been the first clue—her leaving and not staying to confront me.
And when she’d come back later, I hadn’t given it much thought.
After she’d left, I’d watched a great movie scene on the television, and I’d jacked off in what I thought was the privacy of my own home.
Only, it wasn’t in the privacy of my own home.
Chastity had violated my privacy.
Son. Of. A. Bitch.
I reached for my phone and called Hunt.
He answered within two rings.
“What’s up, good buddy?” he asked, sounding tired.
She squirmed as she watched me pull my cock out of my pants and sensually start to work my semi-erect cock. For a few long, horror-filled seconds, my eyes were glued to the screen as my big hand worked my dick, my penis going from a semi-to a full-on hard-on in the span of about thirty seconds.
I remembered what I was thinking about that day.
The chick on the movie screen had been staring at the man—the hero—with eyes filled with such hot need that even I’d felt the pull.
I cleared my throat. “Can you hack into my computer right now?”
He hesitated. “Yes.”
“Look at my screen.” I paused. “And I’m sorry ahead of time for what you’re going to see. But I didn’t put that up. I think my ex did. Can you find out…”
“Yeah…” He trailed off. “Son of a bitch.”
Son of a bitch was right.
“How did you…” He hesitated.
“Find it?” I finished for him. “That would be the woman that’s occupying my house for a while. Catori. She said that she saw it a few days ago. That’s gotta be why she reacted to me the way she did when…” I looked over at her for confirmation, but found her leaning back against my bed, her mouth slightly open, and her eyes closed as she snored softly. “When she saw me at Zach’s. We were trading out times so that Zach didn’t run off the help again. That day was mine.”
Hunt knew all of this of course. All of us knew all of this.
Hell, that day would forever be ingrained in all of our psyches.
“I have it down.” He paused. “I’m searching the internet for it now in other locations.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose.
“Can you find out who put it up?” I asked.
Though I knew who, I wanted to know why.
But I’d need confirmation before I went down that particular rabbit hole.
Chastity was a consummate liar. She might as well have gotten a college degree in the art.
I had to hit her with all the facts, give her irrefutable proof, then I’d nail her ass to the wall.
A lot of things had happened to me over the span of my lifetime, but this one, in particular, felt like the biggest dagger to the heart.
I was a very private man. So private, in fact, that not a soul had known anything that had happened to me until I was well over the age of eighteen. Even now, I didn’t give the brothers of the Souls Chapel Revenants MC half of what they gave me.
Did I feel bad about that? Yes. Could I help it? No.
I’d always been intensely private, and having this shit aired far and wide for everyone to see? That started a deep burn in the pit of my belly that I was going to unleash on the fuckin’ asshole of a woman for doing this to me.
“Already on it.” He paused. “Found it on two other sites. Those didn’t get near the number of hits. Everything is down that I see. I’m tracing the IP address now, and I should have answers for you within about twenty minutes.” Hunt cleared his throat. “Do you want me to dig deep?”
Past what I’d asked him to find.
“Hell yes,” I grumbled. “I have a feeling I know who it was. But I want confirmation before I start condemning.”
“10-4,” Hunt grumbled. “I’ll get it to you.”
With that, he hung up, and I was left alone watching that stupid fucking video.
But, just as I was about to come on my stomach, my face a mask of ecstasy, the video shut off, and the page refreshed. I tried to find it again, but Hunt worked fast. There was no record of it ever being there.
“Good,” I complained, tossing my phone onto the computer desk.
When I turned, it was to see Catori still fast asleep, this time with a drop of drool dotting the corner of her chin.