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CHAPTER36

The following day James showed up with some new info. This time I had my girl sitting next to me at the table. The whole family was there, as was to be expected. Whatever the fuck happened was going to be a family effort.

James was being his usual stoic self while scary bitch Amanda just had his back. There was no preamble; we came in, sat down, and got right the fuck down to it. Just the way I like it.

"So, what we have here is a convoluted sequence of events that took serious time and effort to piece together in such a short time. So far, it appears this thing has been in the works for quite some time. This was not a fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants operation. It was meticulously thought out and executed. First and foremost, new intelligence has surfaced that would suggest the wife was part of the whole thing."

The fuck?

There was a ring of audible gasps all around the room, total disbelief; this fuckery just kept getting better and better. Meanwhile, I'm trying to keep my cool until he's through.

"This is what we’ve come up with so far; this is just conjuncture at this point, but we’ll learn more as we go on. He’s just a little-known actor, and she’s a mediocre stage actress somehow; he became fixated on you, Miss. Sorenson, the plan was to seduce you, make a big splash, which would propel him into the limelight, ergo, the leaked photos.

As for the wife being on board, apparently, they get up to some seriously kinky hi jinx behind closed doors, so she had no issue with her husband seducing an impressionable young girl. Now here's where it gets tricky, the O’Reilly angle; how does she fit into the scheme of things?

It appears Miss. O’Reilly knows the wife; they met in boarding school over twenty years ago and have kept in touch ever since. Apparently, what she gets out of the deal is you, Gage." I felt Butterfly's body jerk next to me, and I pulled her to my side. What kind of sick twisted fuckery are we caught up in? This shit was too twisted for colored TV.

"The phones are still pretty quiet. No contact between the parties involved since we put ears and eyes on them; they might need a nudge; that's what we're working on right now."

He said some other shit, but I zoned out; I was too fucking mad to get into it when my family started throwing around ideas; my girl was too fucking quiet, which meant this shit might've set her back. I'm gonna go Michael Corleone on that mother- fucker.

"I want that mother-fucker dead."

"Bro, seriously, I know we're dealing with Hollywood here, but this is the real world; you can't go around killing people." I wasn't surprised that my brother-in-law knew I was serious as fuck.

"I don't have to kill him, just shoot his mother-fucking dick off. He'll live."

"Bubby..."

"No, babe, fuck this shit; this is all kinds of fucked up."

"Honey, you have to calm down. I don't want you getting into trouble because of me." I didn't want her losing her fucking mind again, so I reined it in, but inside I was a boiling cauldron of pure hate and anger.

"I say we destroy them completely; financially, mentally, every fuck right across the board. I want them to have to go into hiding for the rest of their natural motherfucking lives, or until they off their mother fucking selves."

"Gage they have kids."

"Yeah, Connie? They should’ve thought of that before they decided to fuck with what's mine. The kids have grandparents, don't they? Let them raise the motherfuckers. I don't give a fuck. Besides, those two shouldn't be allowed to raise a fucking gerbil. Greedy fucks."

Mom and dad tried to calm me down after my tirade, Suzette was crying again, and my head was about to explode. I was over this shit already; no matter what anyone else said, I was going to destroy them; I don't know how yet, but I'll figure that shit the fuck out. One thing was for sure Terry Poole was going to get the beat down of his pathetic mother-fucking life. Bitch ass.

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