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Silas eases the throttle down. “Dare I ask how you know?” He keeps smiling at me while we go slow enough to talk quietly and not draw attention.
“Because he never stopped asking me to go there with him when we were teens.”
The island’s name is befitting. It’s now private, but it used to be a plantation. Gentry used to go on about how his family was gonna buy it and say to me, “Come with me and let’s go savage, Cade.”
His sick joke used to roll my eyes. They never did buy it, and I never went.
Silas swishes us through the water with no lights on. Jameson was smart to call on his help. Only my dad knows these creeks off the sound that lead to the ocean better. But I’ve scoped them myself, noting secret spots where no watercraft glide by.
We slow as we make another hairpin turn through the marsh grass.
“They’re gonna see our boat on the radar if they’re looking,” Silas quietly warns. “Just like I can see theirs. That’s gotta be it.”
He points to a red blip on the radar. It’s not moving and anchored up the creek offshore of the island.
“They don’t know you or this boat.” I crouch down low. “That’s our advantage.”
Silas maneuvers us into a spot down the creek from the yacht. He kills the engine and drops anchor. Grabbing his rod, he keeps the ruse going like he’s night fishing while Jameson and I stay low, scoping through our night vision binoculars.
We can see in clear green Gentry on the deck of his yacht. He’s with a woman who’s not his wife. It’s the Office Manager from his rental company. I’d recognize her blonde hair bun and huge rack anywhere.
“Well, Mr. Family Values sure likes his wine and other women,” I mutter, watching them sip glasses. “Typical.”
“I see movement in the galley,” Jameson reports. “Looks like one, maybe two others onboard.”
I’m praying for a miracle—like Cam Le, the missing woman—to emerge and seal this guilty case shut.
“It’s TJ,” I report, knowing his white visor from a football field away. “And look… motherfucker is wearing a parrot T-shirt.”
“I’m getting the video now.” Jameson’s using his binoculars to record while I roam my scope across the vessel, checking for more movement.
Nothing.
I move back to our suspects and grin. “Looks like it’s a party for three now.”
Gentry’s office manager has a great pair of tits she’s pulling out of her bikini top for both men to enjoy. TJ’s sucking on one while Gentry’s on the other, and Jameson clears his throat.
“Enjoying the show?” I need to crack the ice between us.
“What’s the show?” Silas asks, keeping his voice low and casting his line.
“We got two men sharing tit duty,” I answer. This would almost be fun if it weren’t for these two sick fucks. “And oh, wait… she’s going down.”
The woman drops to her knees before them while they drop their zippers. I want to gag, but she’s got that job right now.
“They are close friends,” Jameson mutters. “They’re sharing her.”
“It looks consensual,” I say. “Why, I don’t know, because I’d rather suck a sewer line than those two cocks.”
Silas snorts, Jameson chuckles, and “Hooolllyyy shhhittt,” I huff.
I can’t believe my eyes.
“What?” Silas is desperate to be in the know.
“Gentry’s going down too… on TJ. Holy fucking shit, I never knew this about them.”
The sight blows my mind while I watch Gentry and this woman blow TJ.
