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“You do that. And I’ll tell them exactly what your son there used to do to your legal charge under your roof—no doubt with your knowledge.” I watch their expression shift from anger to uncertainty, and I have my answer. “I doubt those walls are thick enough for you not to hear anything going on in your house.”
The father could have looked shocked or horrified; he could have sworn up and down nothing happened, but he narrowed his eyes, confirming my suspicions.
“Did the little slut tell you I hurt her, is that it?” Brandon chuckles. “She lied.”
He’s not denying fucking her; he’s just pretending it wasn’t rape. Everything from his slimy presence to her reaction to him tells me he’s the one lying.
“Sarah was always a horny cunt, begging for attention,” Brandon drawls, holding his head up. “Go on, ask her if I everforcedher to do anything.”
My patience, which until then I had believed to be pretty high, is swiftly running out, and we’re not even on the main subject at hand.
“Yeah? And did she tell you to spy on her, put cameras all over her shit?”
The dumb idiot frowns, and unfortunately, his expressions are open enough that I can see he’s genuinely surprised.
“What? I didn’t do that. She left. She’s not worth the effort of chasing her out of town, man.” He grimaces. “I bet she just strung some other guy along. She’s a real fucking cocktease. Did she tell you to come find me?”
I don’t answer that, walking away. If he’s not my guy, I don’t want to waste another moment in his toxic vicinity. Besides, I’d rather not wait for the cops to come find me. I wouldn’t get much more than a slap on the wrist, but my father would no doubt get alerted if I got arrested.He wouldn’t appreciate the sloppiness.
That doesn’t mean I’m done with the Clarks—all three of them. I just have to be smarter about the next move.
“You’re gonna have to pay for the fucking car,” he calls after me.
Yeah, right.
“Make me.”
Something happened to Sarah here, and I need to understand what—then I’ll decide if a busted car is enough of a punishment for that asshole.Remembering her expression when she finally said his name, I’m guessing it won’t be by a long shot.
On my way back, the entire altercation runs in my mind again. Brandon was insistent about not actually raping Sarah, but the way he talked about her indicates a high level of contempt, disrespect, apathy. I’m not sure what he did to her, but it was traumatic. I’ll have to make him pay for it once I know the details.Maybe Dez would want to help.
But the more pressing issue is that we’re back to the drawing board about the videos. That asshole isn’t the smart hacker type. Who could it be? Some other stalker? That’s unlikely. Sarah herself would make more sense; she might have thrown Brandon under the bus because he’s an easy target.
I don’t have any answers and I don’t like it. I need someone to trace where those camera feeds are sent. I could try to go through Markus again, make him use his source, but the prospect of owing him a third time is as appealing as shoving my hand in a fishbowl full of piranhas.
One thing is for sure: Sarah is a hell of a lot of trouble, wrapped in a delicious package.
21
SARAH
Idon’t sleep.
I wish I could say it was because of fear; fear would be natural. Logical. Instead, my insides tingle, my skin is too hot, my breasts, heavy. I’d deny it to anyone, but this evening’s activities have left me…intrigued?
No, intrigue wouldn’t prevent me from sleeping. I’m horny. The very knowledge is as infuriating as it is embarrassing, and frustrating. Marius hit me. He strapped me to a chair and actually hit me with various tools, before forcing my legs apart and—
Great, I’m wet again.
I should be furious. Iamfurious. But here, alone, in the darkness of my small room, I can admit, at least to myself, that I’m also incredibly aroused.
What’s wrong with me?
He can’t ever find out what he did to me; making me crave more. Men weaponize pleasure. I’ve always known that. And something tells me Marius is a lot more dangerous than the kind of assholes I’ve encountered so far.
In other circumstances, I’d take care of business with my trusty BOB, but I dread the thought of doing anything like that in this room until I’ve had the time to scan all of it, top to bottom, for the cameras Markus mentioned to his brother.
So instead, I stay frustrated.
