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“You’ve got to be shitting me,” I shouted angrily. “We were on private property. That hot spring is between my house and Henley’s. We were the ones violated!”
“We understand that, Scribe, and most of the residents agree with you. But whoever filmed you two made it clear that both of you belong to the Sons of Hell MC,” Beth stated sadly. “Whoever did this is making a big stink about it. They are also going after Bailey’s shop and my coffee shop.”
“Any idea who it was yet?” Mike asked, looking ready to end this shit. I didn’t blame him. I wanted it over too. I wanted my woman to breathe easier and not feel ashamed to show her face in public again.
“We’re waiting on someone who is good at finding creeps like this. As soon as I know anything, I’ll let you know,” King admitted.
“Please do. I want this fucker in jail.”
“I want him dead,” I muttered.
“And I’ll help you,” Bailey growled, really pissed off.
“Tell me you have something, Sypher, because my woman is about to gear up and storm the beaches of Normandy. She’s not fucking around this time.”
Opening his laptop, Sypher began. “I’ve had my programs running since I got the call and I’ve narrowed down this perv’s location to Rosewood. Whoever posted the live feed lives close.”
“That doesn’t narrow down shit, Sypher,” King groaned. “The town of Rosewood is spread out over three mountain ranges. Gonna need you to narrow it down some more.”
“Well,” the young man muttered, typing away. “I can tell you that whoever it is, is using a rerouting program that bounces his IP address all over the world. Like right now, he’s in Madrid, Spain.”
“How do you know it’s a guy?” Frank asked.
“Well, the idiot who set up the live stream is the same asshole who uses the log-in HungryMan493 on Ms. Henley’s EroticAudibleReads.com account. I’m running a trace, now that I’ve gotten into the site’s servers. It shouldn’t take too long.”
I sat up straight. “That’s the fucker who’s been pressuring my woman to do private reads. He’s been relentless.”
“You’re right, Mr. Scribe. I’ve gone through most of the conversations on EroticAudibleReads.com and I was able to identify most of the users.” Sypher squirmed in his seat, refusing to look at me.
Narrowing my eyes, I growled, “Who are they?”
“I don’t wanna say,” the young man muttered.
“King?” I growled.
Sighing, King groaned, “Might as well tell him, Sypher. He’s gonna find out, eventually.”
The young man gulped, nodding. “Alright, but don’t shoot the messenger, okay?”
“Now, Sypher.”
“Okay, Lonley4more is none other than Martha Cohen.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” Priest shouted, then threw his head back, laughing as the rest of the brothers joined in.
King smirked, shaking his head. “That could work in our favor. Martha is on the town council, and she’s been very vocal about how much she hates this club.”
“Oh, please let me be the one to tell her,” Gunner pleaded, rubbing his hands together gleefully. “She hates me the most.”
“Go on, Sypher,” I growled, wanting to move this along.
“I<3Books is a young woman living in Idaho. So, we can rule her out. CountryBoy4U is Wade Crawley.”
King roared loudly, laughing hard as he shook his head. “That kinky Cajun motherfucker.”
“Who is Wade Crawley?” Frank asked.
“Gator. The President of the Bourbon Kings MC.”
