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“Well…” Leo grins around his cigar, spread his arms wide. “Thems the breaks. Because the pricehasgone up.”
His grin widens.
“Or did she not mention that part when she came crying to her new daddy-moneybags for cash?”
He smirks.
“Bet she didn’t tell you about those pictures now either, did she?”
My eye ticks. My jaw grits tightly as my hands curl to fists.
He grins widely, glancing at his buddies.
“Uh oh, lads. Guess he don’t know what a little tease his little wifey is.”
They all start to laugh. My lips thin.
“Talkin’ about these, mate.”
Leo yanks his phone out, hitting something on the screen before he turns it to me. My pulse thuds heavily as my eyes lock onto a picture of Ella.
Naked.
Red mist clouds my eyes. Pure napalm thunders in my veins.
The pictures he swipes through are horrifying, even if they’re shitty, blurry, pixelated. It’s a slew of candid shots, taken through a bedroom window. They’re all of Ella, in various states of getting undressed, or toweling off after a shower.
“As I was saying, Mr. Ransom, the price has gone up. Shedidowe me about a million quid, with another two-hundred-k in interest. But, just think about what’s on this phone. And imagine how bad it would be if they got out.”
He grins at me.
“The price is now three million.”
I exhale. But it’s not to calm me this time. This time, I’m exhaling the calm, and breathing inviolence.
I turn away from them, pulling my jacket off as Leo starts to chuckle again.
“Your pretty little wife has a real nice arse, now doesn’t she?” he wheezes.
I fold the jacket calmly, ignoring the confused and maybe slightly amused looks from his men as I drape it over the back of a rolling chair next to a work bench. My tie and wristwatch follow.
“Now, tell me,” Leo grins as I turn back to him. “Is it as good a fuck as I imagine it is when I wank to those pics?”
He leers at me.
I start to roll my right sleeve up.
“Mate,” he sighs. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“My father taught me that there are two types of assholes in this world,” I growl quietly, moving to the left sleeve.
“There are stupid assholes, who really just can’t help themselves.” I nod at a couple of the guys around the room.
“Like you lot.”
Their leering grins turn angry.
“Now, stupid assholes, you just have to let be. They’re like not very bright dogs, wandering the world. So long as they’re just pissing on their own legs, they’re fine. But if they, say, bite you, or go after a child? Well, then they need to be dealt with.”
