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“He agreed?” I don’t need the answer for myself. I need it for the recording.

“You’ve seen her dad. He doesn’t care about her. To top it off, the both of you humiliated him.” He blinks a couple of times when I tug harder on his shirt, almost tearing it. “He wanted that and more. To hurt her and you physically for the money and his bruised ego.”

Though I can’t see myself at the moment, I have a good idea of the picture Jason and I make. I’m the motherfucking Tyrannosaurus Rex inJurassic Park, huffing humid air at the SUV’s windows, moments from devouring the people inside.

I should wrap this up. Should run out of this madhouse. Hop into the car I leased at the airport, drive down to LA, and crawl into Prue’s bed. I should fuck her raw, drown her in pleasure, forget any of this shit ever happened.

Proof.I have to have as much of it as possible on tape.

“And you had no qualms about harming an innocent person.” I may act surprised, talking slowly, sounding incredulous.

I’m not. I’m aware of Jason’s damaged soul. But I have to have him recorded.

“Yeah.”

“Because you wanted to get to me.” My muscles clench, eager to be put to use. “The three of you agreed Elias would stalk her, find ways to humiliate her, and if he couldn’t, then beat her up. Her and I.”

“Yes. I gave him my card when I drove down there, told him whatever the cost is, I’ll shoulder it. All because ofyou,“ Jason whispers, his loathing of me shining through his voice. “You outsmarted me. No one outsmarts me.”

I have all the incriminating information I need.

My common sense starts repeating this mantra in my head, saying,Get out, get out, get out, get—

Crack.

Jason’s nose sprays blood on my knuckles, his chin, his shirt.

“You bastard, I’ll sue you for this!” he roars, breathing hard as more red drops fly from his nose. “I’ll sue you for everything you have. I’ll fucking ruin you.”

“No, you won’t.” I grin, malicious and eerily content. Not rushing this moment, I take a couple of steps back, removing my phone from the pocket of my jeans. Jason’s eyes widen. “I came here for more than just answers. I flew over here the second Elias accidentally handed meyourcard to correct the mistake I made years ago. To record your confession.”

“Theo, please.” In a matter of seconds, I’ve stripped him of his dignity.

And I smirk.

Jason falls to his knees, clasping his hands in a prayer motion. “Look at me. I’m old. I won’t survive jail.”

I kick him in the stomach. For the heck of it.

He collapses to the floor, hugging his wounded middle.

“Please,” he begs, the pathetic bastard. “Please.”

As much as I enjoy watching him grovel, there’s more to life than my personal satisfaction.

“I’m about to lay out your future, Jason. This is how your life will look going forward.” I press my foot gently to his sternum, flopping him on his back. “First, you’re not allowed to think, talk about, or even dream of Prue. You see her name online or in the news for whatever reason, you change the channel. She’s a ghost where you’re concerned. Off fucking limits.”

“Yes, yes. Nothing, she doesn’t exist.”

His pleading bores me.

I want to be back in my love’s arms, spanking her, worshipping her, having my cock inside her until the world ends. Just her and me.

“Second, you’ll call the detective you contacted to find me and have him locate every woman you assaulted in your clinic.” My sneaker presses harder on him, and he coughs. “I understand they were nothing to a piece of shit like you, so you won’t remember all of them, but try, asshole. You’ll email me at least twenty names and screenshots of money transactions of $30K each.”

“Thirty? That’s insane, you can’t be—“

More weight on his chest shuts him the fuck up.

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