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The men spent the next thirty minutes reviewing much of the same surveillance footage, doing their best to convince Dylan to proceed the right way. As much as Lukus hated to admit it, part of him wanted to just march in there like young Parker, but there was too much riding on this.
Dylan's off-hand question caught Lukus's attention. "Why the hell are you guys so hot to take down Davenport anyway? Don't get me wrong, he needs to be neutralized, but I still don't get it."
Derek and Z turned to Lukus, letting him decide how much to share. Lukus decided it made no sense to keep anything from Dylan any longer.
"Davenport used to date my best friend Markus's wife, Brianna. More like preyed on her. He hurt Bri, just like you fear he's hurting some of the women you've seen him with. When she broke it off with Jake, he threatened her and her best friend. He recently turned up in Chicago trying to nudge his way back into their lives, and his threats are escalating. Both women have gotten text messages, with pictures from years ago of Brianna in all kinds of painful and compromising positions. We've learned that Davenport records everything for use in blackmail later. The prick has even been bold enough to send us video footage of Brianna and her best friend going about their daily lives as if to tell their men that it's impossible to protect them. If Davenport wants to get to them, he thinks he can."
"Well, shit. So your best friend hired you?" Dylan asked.
"No, kid.Ihired me. Brianna's best friend is my fiancée, Tiffany." Lukus let that sink in for a minute before continuing. "I know you think you have some skin in this game now, but trust me when I say no one has more to lose than Markus and I do. The woman I love more than anything else in this world... her life is in danger!"
For once, Dylan seemed to back down.
"So, yes, we all know he loves hurting women, but we also know he has power and money. We need him behind bars and that means we play it by the book, got it?"
Dylan answered with a reluctant, "Got it."
"Okay, that's it for now. I need to make a couple calls. You guys know what to do next."
They hung up with Cameron. Z and Dylan took off to interview a few witnesses Cameron had tracked down who used to work for Davenport. They were hoping to find someone who might have proof they could use against the bastard.
Left alone, Lukus and Derek sat in silence for a few minutes, watching the feed of the poor young woman hanging from a hook by her arms, while her legs were pulled up wide and secured with layers of ropes wrapped around her bent thighs and shins. They had thankfully turned the volume down so they couldn't hear her screams as the on-screen Dom used a flogger to punish her exposed pussy.
Lukus asked the question hanging in the air. "How is what we do every night at The Pit any different from what's being shown on these websites?"
Derek let out the breath he'd been holding. "It's not. That's why the websites are a dead end. We aren't here because Davenport runs a sex business, Lukus. We're here because on the side, he likes to terrorize innocent and unwilling victims." When Lukus tried to get a word in, Derek held his hand up and shut him down. "Stop. Don't make the same mistake my brother is making. You have to separate what is happening in the warehouse from the mix. We both know the bastard is hiding behind his legitimate businesses. We just haven't dug deep enough yet to find out how to hurt him where it counts."
Lukus decided it was pointless to argue with his friend. A few months ago, everything would have been so black and white. Now, loving a BDSM novice who had grown up in a conservative vanilla family, Lukus found himself questioning things he hadn't given a second thought about before meeting Tiffany.
Derek slapped him on the back. "Let it go. You're a good man. You're not Jake Davenport. I'm going to the grocery store to stock up on some staples. If we're going to have all four of us camped out here, we're gonna need supplies."
"Later."
The house seemed too quiet once Lukus was alone. It gave him too much time to think—to worry about the best way to keep Tiffany safe. He'd already asked Markus and Brianna to move in at the loft while he and Derek were out of town. The girls were begrudgingly on lockdown there with Rachel. While they'd balked at first about not being allowed to go in to The Beauty Box for a few days, now they were settling in as if they were having one long slumber party.
He couldn't stop the grin from coming to his face at the memory of saying goodbye to Tiffany the night before. She was like a drug to him. He'd never get enough of her. Even knowing the three women were probably busy maxing out his credit card, online shopping for Rachel and Derek's baby or Tiffany and Lukus's upcoming wedding, he couldn't be happier.
Well, that's not true. Having Jake Davenport dead or behind bars would make me pretty fucking happy.
As much as he hated it, there was one person in Chicago Lukus still needed to bring up to speed on the danger Brianna and Tiffany were in. He reached for his phone, scrolling through his contacts until he found the name he was looking for and pressing 'call' before he could second-guess himself.
The man on the other end of the phone obviously had Lukus's number programed in his phone. "You have some nerve calling me after last week."
"Hello to you too, Aiden."
"Don't 'hello' me. What the fuck do you want? Calling to rub it in that you've successfully corrupted my sister? Or to give me shit because she went to lunch with me yesterday?"
Lukus could hear the anger in Tiffany's favorite brother's voice. Clearly Aiden still hadn't come to terms with his sister marrying a Dom who owned a BSDM sex club.
"Listen asshole, I didn't call to argue," Lukus said.
"So why did you call?"
"Do you love your sister, or what?"
"You know I do. Why else would I be so anxious to get her out of your clutches?"
"Can we set our differences aside for five fucking minutes? I have something important I need to talk to you about."
