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“If you call to her,” I say, motioning toward upstairs with my head, “you’re dead in three seconds flat.”
He swallows audibly.
“Hands on your head.”
His cheeks are bright red now.Good.My plan is to kill him, but I don’t mind humiliating him first.
“Now tell me all the places you have the videos of Athelia backed up.”
“Excuse me?”
“Tell me now, John. I know you’re smart enough to keep them in more than one place.”
He narrows his eyes. “You gave her that hickey. I told you to stay away from her. She was using you.”
“Don’t lie to me,” I snap. “You were raping her. You beat her.”
He snorts. “Who’d you hear that from, her? Of course she’d say that. Didn’t want to admit that she was going behind your back. Don’t believe her, Wes. She’s playing you.”
No one will believe you.
That’s what he said to her. WhatIsaid to her that night in the cabin. Fuck, no wonder she was so upset. I’m ready to shoot this fucker in the head, and he didn’t even say it about me.
“No,” I tell him. “The only thing she’s done is tell me the truth. You’re the one who played me, and I was stupid enough to listen to you.”
“Wes—”
“Where do you have the videos backed up?” I snap.
“I—it’ll be easier if I log in myself.”
Stepping back from thedesk, I gesture for him to come forward. He walks forward with too much confidence, so I pull my gun out and aim it at him.
“Hey! What are you doing?”
“Don’t try anything,” I tell him. “It won’t end well for you.”
He grits his teeth, resentment flashing in his eyes. As he sits at his desk, he asks, “Did Athelia run to you for help? Pathetic little bitch.”
I slap the back of his head. “Say her name again, and I’ll mutilate your body so badly not even your wife will be able to recognize you.”
At that, John starts typing into his desktop faster. He pulls up a cloud storage site and opens up a folder labeled “A.”
My stomach sinks as I scan over all the videos. There are dozens of them. “Delete them all.”
“What?”
I shove the barrel of my gun into his neck. “Now.”
His fingers move quickly as he grabs his mouse, selects the videos, and hits Delete. Only once they’ve all been wiped do I let myself relax a bit.
“You have them on your phone?”
“Y-yes.”
“Get up,” I tell him.
He hesitates, so I grab him, haul him up, and shove him around the desk. He stumbles, and I kick him, making him fall to his knees right in front of his clothes.
