Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77202 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77202 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
Jude slammed back the remaining shot of whiskey and set his glass on the island counter. “No. This is my brother. I need to see this for myself.”
Snow walked around the island and pulled Jude into his arms for a tight hug. There was no missing the fine trembling in his frame despite his brave words. He didn’t want this for Jude, wished he’d just let Snow look at this site and report back, but it wasn’t going to happen.
In the office, Snow quickly claimed the swivel chair behind the keyboard. Jude might have decided to be right there to view the website, but Snow was going to be the one in the driver’s seat. He needed that control, if only to protect Jude.
Waking the computer from its slumber, he opened an incognito browser window so that cookies and the site wouldn’t be saved to his history. Rowe’s hacker Gidget popped by once, about a year ago, to make sure they had top-of-the-line security on their computer to prevent viruses and hackers from getting access. Still, even with all that, he was a little anxious about visiting this unknown site.
They pulled up the website, and the computer screen was instantly filled with bare ass and tits. Yep, it was a porn site.
“Fuck, thank God I’m gay,” Jude muttered. He stood behind Snow’s shoulder and rubbed his eyes.
The first page was splashed full of videos for different fetishes and categories. There were flashing ads, offering the chance to talk to popular stars and meet up with singles who want to fuck. Everything about it looked like a normal porn site, though there wasn’t nearly enough cock on it compared to the sites that Snow had visited in the past.
With a grunt, Jude grabbed another chair from across the room and dragged it over so that he could sit beside Snow. “I’m guessing we can’t just search the site for him,” he muttered.
“I’d like to think that Jordan has enough brains in his head to not use his real name, so searching the site is likely out.”
“Do you think maybe Jordan isn’t in the porn? Maybe he runs the site? Anthony didn’t state exactly what Jordan had to do with this site,” Jude suggested.
Snow just narrowed his eyes at Jude. Unless Jordan had been secretly taking classes at night and running a business after hours, Snow couldn’t imagine how he learned to build the website and set it all up. Plus, there was good money in porn. If Jordan was running the site, his apartment wouldn’t look like he was living on the edge of poverty.
“I think it’s a stretch, babe.”
Jude flopped back in his chair and glared at the screen. “Yeah, I know. I really don’t want to sift through pages of porn searching for my brother. I’m beginning to feel like Anthony sent us on a wild goose chase so that he could escape.”
Neither did Snow. Even if it was wall-to-wall gay porn, he really didn’t want to sift through it all in search of the guy he viewed as his brother-in-law.
Frowning, he spotted a black box boasting access to the premium videos. He had a feeling that if they were going to start their search anywhere, it needed to be there. Clicking on the link, it immediately took them to a sales splash page. For two hundred dollars, the subscriber would have unlimited access.
Snow leaned forward and dug his wallet out of his back pocket.
“If we’re going to pay for this, then it needs to be on my card. This is potentially my brother,” Jude said, getting up to get his wallet as well.
“Nope. I don’t want this traced to either of us if this does have something to do with Jordan.” Snow pulled a folded piece of paper from a hidden pocket of his wallet. On it was written John Smith along with a credit card number and all the necessary information.
“You have a card linked to a fake ID?”
Snow started typing in the information, frowning at the screen. “Years ago, back when we were dealing with Jagger and trying to protect Ian, the three of us created a fake identity and got him a credit card. That way we could use the card for various online things if we needed to track or torment Jagger without it being traced back to us. We all pooled some money and jointly paid off the card whenever it was used. Since Jagger’s death…I never thought I’d use the card again. I’m not sure any of us have.”
“Won’t they see the charge on the account?”
He looked over at Jude and gave him a small, encouraging smile. “Yeah, but they’re family. You really think Lucas or Rowe is going to judge you or Jordan because of this?”
Jude rubbed his face again before he nodded. “I know. You’re right.”