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River
My heart is poundingin my chest.
I watch everything that plays across Julian’s face as he hears the unmistakable sounds of sex and his sister’s moans.
This main room has one of those large, almost theater sized TVs in it, mounted into the wall, and that’s where Julian’s fucked up sex tape is currently playing. He whirls around and sees the video, watching himself as he shoves Natalie over the couch and pushes into her, fucking her hard for everyone in the room to see.
Everyone at the party is turning to watch as well, drawn by the sounds.
Up to this point, I hadn’t seen the video yet because I really didn’t want to see a repeat of what I saw live in person at the church. But I have to admit that Knox got a great fucking shot. It’s filthy stuff, and it’s incredibly obvious who it is.
Both Julian and Natalie’s faces are clear in the video, and they keep moaning each other’s names.
At one point, Julian even makes her admit that no one can make her come like her brother does, telling her he won’t let her finish if she doesn’t say it, which really just seals the fucking deal. There’s no way around the damning evidence about just what kind of relationship the two of them had.
People in the crowd start murmuring, watching the video and turning to their little clusters to talk about what they’re seeing. It’s amazing, because some of those same people are the ones Julian was just rubbing elbows with, trying to charm his way into their good graces. And now they can all see him for what he really is, live on a ridiculously big TV screen.
It’s perfect.
Julian looks like his brain has momentarily shut off. He looks stunned, like he’s cycling through dozens of options to try to find a way to salvage this, to fix it. But there isn’t one. It’s clear he keeps coming up with nothing.
Savage satisfaction fills me just to see it. Just to know how much this is going to destroy him.
While he’s still reeling from watching himself fucking his sister on the big screen, I lean in and catch his attention.
“Oh, one more thing,” I tell him. “I told the FBI about your illegal dealings and all the money you’ve got hidden in offshore accounts. They’re looking into all that now, so…”
Julian doesn’t even react to that. He’s still in that shocked stupor, lips parted and eyes unfocused.
Before he recovers, we slip through the crowd.
The video is still playing, and people are still murmuring, some voices getting louder as people express their disgust. They’re not making any secret of how fucking gross they find all of this, and it feels good to hear it.
We leave the house, but instead of going to the front where the valet would get the car for us, we find the lot around the side of the house where all the cars are parked. It’s easy to pick Julian’s out, since we’ve seen him in it before, and Gage grins at me and hands me the house keys he keeps on a ring.
I grin back, taking the key and dragging it along the shiny red paint job of Julian’s car. The guys get in on it, using their own tools and keys to carve shapes and symbols into the paint. Knox grabs a big rock from the side of the lot and drops it right on the hood of the car, leaving a massive dent in the metal. He picks the rock up again, and this time he throws it at the windshield, leaving spider-webbing cracks behind.
It’s the most fun I’ve had in a while, and I let myself enjoy every single second of it.
Everything else we have planned and done to him was to dismantle his empire. To ruin him and make sure that no one can follow in his steps once he’s dead.
But this?
This is just petty, and I fucking love it.
He obviously never loved my sister, but I have a feeling that he’s the type of person who loves his fucking car.
I’m breathing hard as we keep fucking with the car, and Knox looks over at me with that grin on his face.
“You look like an avenging angel,” he murmurs, his eyes glinting with pride in the lamp light.
I like the sound of that.
Once we’ve done enough to ruin Julian’s car, we get into our own and peel out of the lot. But we don’t go far. Instead of driving off back home, we stick around close enough that we can see the entrance to Alec’s house.
I wish I could be inside the house to see what the fallout is, but I can imagine it pretty well. There’s not a lot someone can say when everyone who’s anyone in the upper crust of Detroit has seen them railing their sister.
