Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 111038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 555(@200wpm)___ 444(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111038 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 555(@200wpm)___ 444(@250wpm)___ 370(@300wpm)
I waved him off, then someone accepted my call.
Harper. I remembered his smarmy little face now.
“Hey, asshole.”
His eyes got big, but he tried to cover. “Phone said Zeke was calling—”
My tone went low and I wanted him to see what I was going to do. I wanted all of them to see what I was going to do. “You’re going to get your ass beat by me, and then you’re going to jail.”
I knew this video was getting picked up by the others in the chat. Half of them were probably in the same room, and they all got quiet on their end.
Harper started to scowl.
I kept on, “This picture was taken when she was twelve years old, you sick fuck. She’s modeling pre-teen clothes. Your comments turned this into child pornography. You know the guy who raised me? The assdick who’s got a lawsuit coming for him? Guess what? He knows guys in the FBI. Guess what numbers it would be really easy for me to send this entire fucking group chat to? And if you don’t think my dad isn’t motivated to cut some form of deal, in any way possible, you’re too stupid to have a phone. Deleted texts can be undeleted if you get my fucking drift.”
Harper wasn’t scowling anymore. He was staring back, a pale green color coming to his ugly face.
No one was texting anymore.
“You’re going to delete this group chat. You’re going to delete those pictures of Aspen, and you’re not going to say another fucking word about my woman. Got it?!”
He swallowed.
I wasn’t done. “And for the rest of you coward weasel fucks who are not chiming in, but I know can hear me, you’re going to thank Zeke when he comes back because if he hadn’t let me take his phone, I wouldn’t be giving this warning. I would’ve collected every fucking piece of evidence that your group chat would’ve continued with and I would’ve gone straight to the authorities. You fucking pussy dicks don’t know me, but you don’t fuck with me. You got it? I would’ve gone to anyone to get your house shut down, and if you think you could intimidate me, then try me. Just fucking try me.”
I ended the call and threw the phone at Zeke.
He caught it against his chest, not doing anything else. He stared at me, so still because he knew me. He knew me.
I wasn’t okay with just that call, those threats. Not by a long shot.
He swallowed, his gaze bleak and then it was gone. It went hard and he asked, “You want to go now?”
I drew in a sharp breath. “Hell yeah.”
He nodded. “Just Harper. I’m not going to clear it with the house, but it can only be him. The guys will understand.”
My own phone buzzed and I pulled it out, every cell in my body stood on end.
Aspen: My parents are here. You’re still coming to dinner, right?
One.
Two.
Three.
I counted all the way to ten, breathing in through my nose and out my mouth.
I needed to calm the fuck down.
I texted back.
Me: Yes. Can I pick you up, drive you there?
Aspen: Yes! I’ll be ready in twenty minutes.
Twenty minutes. That gave me fifteen minutes to clear my head of murderous thoughts.
“What’s going on?”
I typed back to Aspen.
Me: See you in 20.
I lifted my head, putting my phone in my pocket. “I have to do dinner with Aspen and her parents, but tonight I’m coming over.”
He nodded, his face dark, as if a shadow hung over him.
I asked, “Will you be okay going in alone?”
“Yeah. You have a rep already. Some of the brothers heard about you in New York. They know not to mess with you. I’ll be fine.” He waved his phone in the air. “I know this worked. Half those guys are terrified of getting any rape charges against the house. What you said, about her being twelve, fuck. I know a few probably pissed their pants then and there.” He paused, his face clearing, but a question lurked in his gaze. “Was that true? She was really twelve?”
I shrugged. “Fuck if I know, but she was young. I do know that.”
He grinned, his shoulder relaxing. “That was a good bluff then. Worked.”
“You’ll be okay?”
His head moved up and down. “I’ll be good. Don’t worry.” He went to the door, pausing before he opened. “About the other thing with Harper?”
My gut tightened. That other thing had to do with Cross and his group.
“Let’s wait it out. I have a feeling they’ll find me about it.”
“I think that too.”
He opened the door, one last glance back. “I’ll see you tonight.”
“See you.”
“So, Blaise.” Aspen’s mom smiled brightly at me. We’d been at the restaurant for an hour. Most of the conversation had been small talk. They asked Aspen how her classes were coming, about her roommates. They wanted to hear about her dorm, general things. I figured out that they hadn’t talked to Aspen prior to when I picked her up. This was the first visit since Aspen had come to Cain.