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“He wanted to blackmail Bresin. They want to use her to make us pay for something we did."
They all look at each other. I have no idea what they could possibly be thinking right now. What could they have done to piss off Jackson and his merry band of misfits?
"Should we bring in some reinforcements?"
Beck's question catches me off guard. What kind of reinforcements could he possibly be talking about? They've always handled their own problems. If they couldn’t, our lawyers did.
“I can call. They wanted more from me anyway. This can be their return.”
I stare at Jagger, trying to figure out what the hell he’s even talking about. Who called and wanted more? What did they want? God, I feel like they are talking circles around me.
“Yeah. At least we’d be getting something out of what we are giving.” They all nod.
I just stare at them. Seriously? Are they not going to say anything more than that? Jagger kisses me on the head before getting up and taking his phone into his room, shutting the door behind him.
“What was that? Who is he calling?” I ask, looking between Beck and Mad.
Beck holds his hands up in surrender. "No, I'm not going there. You want to know, you need to ask him."
I look at Mad, who shrugs. “Sorry, girly. I’m not going to spill that shit. Ask your man.”
I give them both dirty looks before getting up and walking into the bedroom to hear him finishing up the call.
“Yeah. I’ll do it now. Find the tapes, all copies. Then we will be square.” He hangs up and looks at his phone for a moment.
“What deal did you just make?” My mouth goes dry as I think of a good explanation, but nothing comes to mind.
His eyes land on me. He stares for a few minutes before he finally says anything. “I made a deal with someone to get the tapes. They will ensure we stay clean of everything, and we get the tapes back for a price I already paid.”
“How much?” I ask, swallowing the bile back.
He sighs and rubs a hand over his face. “One hundred and fifty-six thousand.”
My jaw drops. “Where in the hell are you going to get that kind of money?” I swear, I think my head is going to explode right now. Where does he keep that amount of money? Is he really serious about this?
“Don’t worry about it. I have the money. It isn’t something I’m concerned about.”
I just stare at him like he’s lost his mind. He has that kind of money?
“You have that kind of cash? What’s going on, Jagger?” My voice comes out high and whiny. As much as I hate the fact I sound like that, I can’t stop thinking about the amount of money he’s about to throw away for these videos.
“Bresin, I told you I'd protect you, and that's what I'm doing. The money doesn't matter. Making sure you are safe is all I care about. Let me deal with this. Don’t worry about where the money comes from."
Shock. I am in complete shock. How does he think I can stay calm through all of this and not know what is going on?
