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“A friend,” the voice announced. “Check your e-mail. It’s important. ” The voice cracked. “I wanted to be nice about this, but you have to see what she’s done to him. ” There was a hint of tears in the voice.
Natches headed to his computer, feeling the hairs at the back of his neck lifting as Chaya moved from the bed.
“What are you talking about?” he asked the caller.
There was a tearful sniff. “Do you see?”
“Takes my computer a minute to boot up,” he stated.
That was a lie. The computer was on; a flick of the mouse and e-mail was up, complete with the attachment.
He opened it and felt his head explode. Behind him, Chaya gasped in shock and he couldn’t blame her.
There was more than one picture, but the first was enough. Natches couldn’t stand to look further. He couldn’t do it. The first one showed a curved feminine rear spread apart, pink and pretty, and filled with a thick, engorged cock.
He turned away, swallowing against the bile in his throat. Fuck, he knew who it was and he could feel an almost killing rage building inside him. That was Alex and Janey. Fuck. Fuck. That was his sister’s butt.
He was going to be sick. He was going to kill Alex.
He turned to Chaya and mouthed, Call Alex. Cameras in bedroom.
She nodded quickly and rushed to the phone by the bed.
“What kind of e-mail?” He closed his eyes and fought to sound sleepy, not quite aware of what was going on.
“You have a lousy computer,” the voice sneered. “Are you playing me, Natches?” There was an edge of hurt. “Don’t play me. ”
“I’m not playing you. ” He closed his eyes and fought to breathe. “E-mail. ” He paused. “Shit. What is this?”
“Look what she did to him!” the voice was furious now, filled with pain. “Look what he’s doing, Natches. She’s making him like Johnny was. She’s taking away his manhood by making him do that to her. Do you see it? Do you see what she begged for? How she’s corrupting him?”
“How did you get these pictures?” He flipped through just enough to identify Alex and Janey’s faces, nothing else. That camera was in their bedroom. Right across from the bed, in the vent in the wall. Son of a bitch, how had that bastard gotten in the apartment?
“He’s gone now,” the voice whispered. “I saw him leave the bedroom. ”
Natches turned to Chaya, fear beginning to rise inside him.
“Now, let’s settle down. Let’s talk a minute. ”
“I gave you the chance to take care of this,” the caller screamed. “I sent you the picture. I showed you how she was making him act. She’s a slut. A whore. Her father taught her how to be a whore and she’s corrupting Alex. I told you. ”
“Let’s talk about this . . . ” Fear rose inside him. He could feel it, oily, weakening. The bastard had finally lost his fucking mind.
“Alex, get Janey out of the apartment. The bedroom has cameras. Natches has pictures and he’s on the phone with your stalker. Get her out of there. ”
Alex was moving from the table as Chaya’s frantic, low voice came over his cell phone. Moving quickly, he pushed back from the table and rushed to the bedroom.
Janey was playing with the cat when he left. The fat little bastard was on its back batting at her fingers.
He’d left them in peace, knowing the cat still hadn’t adapted well to his presence.
“He has more pictures. Natches will kill you,” Chaya was hissing as Alex rounded the hall and jerked Janey’s door open.
Her head lifted from the bed in shock.
“Let’s go. ” He didn’t wait for questions. He yanked the cat up as he grabbed her arm and pulled her
from the bed.
