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“It’s Monday. How do you think it’s going?” Lukus sounded impatient.
“Say no more. This week is worse than ever.”
“I know. Tiff and I spent every minute of the weekend together. You’d think I’d be sick of her by now, but damn, it sucked watching her drive away this morning. How the hell have you done this all of these years?”
“You see, there’s this thing called marriage. It’s when you get to go home and see the same person every single night.” Markus said.
“Don’t give me that shit. I know you’ve thought of fucking Brianna at least ten times today, married or not.”
Markus was caught red-handed by his best friend. “Fine. So, I seriously considered not coming in today. Mondays are the worst because The Beauty Box is closed. It was so tempting to stay home in bed with her when the alarm went off.”
“Well, I have a bone to pick with your wife. I had Tiff talked into staying, and then Bri called and guilted her into going to some hot yoga class. I tried to tell her she would easily work off just as many calories with me, but she still left, dammit.”
Markus chuckled. He knew how persuasive his wife could be when she wanted something, and she loved her hot yoga. Truth be told, he loved that she was into yoga, too. It kept her body tight and limber.
I plan on testing that hot body of hers. She’s gonna need yoga to handle all I’m going to dish out.
“So, I’d love to shoot the shit, but I actually called for something serious. I wasn’t joking when I told you I was gonna hire you to help me deal with that prick, Jake. We’ve both been a bit busy, but it’s time to get working on our plan of attack. I want him ruined. Shredded. Dead would be better, but since I don’t want any of us to go to prison, ruining him personally and professionally will have to do.”
“And I wasn’t joking when I said I’ll do it for free,” Lukus replied. “Tiff has nightmares almost every night because of that asshole. She slept through Saturday night. I’d hoped she was getting over it, but last night was the worst. She woke up screaming and crying, and it took me almost an hour to get her calmed down and back to sleep.”
“I don’t get that. If anyone should be having nightmares, it should be Brianna. Has Tiff had these nightmares all these years?”
“It sounds like she did get over them, but they’ve come back since Brianna let him, well, fuck man. Sorry.”
The rage of finding out his beloved Brianna had cheated on him resurfaced with a vengeance. Markus had been working hard to get past it, but sometimes, like now, the anger just bit him in the ass. “It’s not your fault. Go ahead and say it. Since Brianna let him fuck her again. I want to hurt him, bad. I just don’t get why Tiff is taking it so hard. Tell me, he didn’t hurt her too, did he?”
“Not physically, but the dick loved to fuck with her mind. I don’t think Brianna knows the half of it,” Lukus said.
“What do you mean?”
“I guess years ago, Tiff threatened Jake that if he didn’t leave Brianna alone, she was going to get her cop brothers involved, have him investigated and arrested. The asshole figured out she was bluffing and, okay, promise me you’re gonna remain calm…”
“I’m not promising anything where Jake Davenport is involved. Spit it out, will ya?” Markus said.
“Don’t freak out, but Tiff said Jake recorded several punishment sessions with Brianna. He spun it in a way that showed how she loved the pain; loved how he treated her. He showed Tiff the tape of him caning Bri, and she was coming on camera. Then he went on to say he felt threatened by Tiffany’s cop brothers, and if anything were to ever happen to him, it needed to be investigated. He told Tiff he’d made a copy of the tape and left it with his lawyer in case anything ever happened to him. Poor Tiff has been losing sleep for years, just waiting for some battered woman to finally have enough and off the bastard; then the cops would show up and arrest her brothers.”
“That fucker. That Goddamn, low-life, ass-wipe…”
“I can play this game, too. Dick-wad, prick, sleaze-ball—”
Markus interrupted. “Knock it off. This complicates things.”
“Yep.”
“He has a video… of my wife… naked…”
“Yep.”
“He’s basically been blackmailing Tiffany into silence for over three years.”
“Yep.”
He was so filled with rage, Markus could barely breathe. It had been bad enough that Jake was an excessively violent Dom, and that by pursuing his married wife, he was morally repugnant. While Brianna certainly carried her share of the burden of guilt in her adulterous rendezvous, Markus and Bri had been actively working through the reasons for her infidelity, and Markus was sure their marriage was going to come out stronger for it. Regardless, knowing the prick was not only morally corrupt, but actively using blackmail to terrorize both his wife and her best friend was a whole other level of unacceptable.
He has to be stopped. He has to pay.
“Markus. You still there, man?”
