Fourteen
S he’d leaned over Micro’s shoulder, to see what he was watching, right before Reacher dragged her away, yelling at him to shut that shit off, or something like that.
But he was missing the point, because something was wrong. Micro and Alicia both looked stunned, and they also both glanced at Has-Been, who’d turned to watch the drama, with an amused grin on his face.
“What’s going on?” Reacher asked, his voice gruff and frustrated.
“Take a look at what he’s watching.”
“I don’t want to see what sick, fucked-up porn that asshole watches,” Reacher replied to her, but she was adamant.
“You need to see it, Reacher. Trust me.” She glanced at Has-Been again, as Micro lifted his phone to Reacher. He stared at it for a moment, letting out a heavy sigh, and then he cursed.
“Is that… What the fuck?”
Then he too looked at Has-Been.
“Sounds interesting,” Tommy muttered to me, as we both watched.
“Something wrong?” Has-Been stood up, wondering why all eyes were on him.
“Couldn’t stay away, man? Wanted back in the biz, huh?” Micro’s snarky comment was followed up by Reacher’s hand slapping the back of his head.
“You’re a porn star now?” Reacher was frowning at Has, who looked as confused as I felt.
“What the fuck are you people on about?”
“Oh, Jesus,” Reacher groaned and handed him Micro’s phone, which was thankfully silenced, so we didn’t have to hear whatever the fuck was going on in the video.
Has-Been cursed, the blood draining from his face as he watched the small screen.
“Where the fuck did you get this?”
He was glaring at Micro, who in turn, stood up and glared right back.
“It’s all over the fucking internet, dickhead. You didn’t think to warn us, so we could avoid seeing your cock in some bitch’s ass?”
Tommy and I exchanged a look. Shit .
Has looked like he was about to pass out.
“I don’t… how the fuck… Reacher… Pres. This isn’t… Fucking hell.” He tapped something on the phone and cursed. “How could she…”
Reacher glanced at me, waving me over. Fuck’s sake. I should have stayed in my room. I didn’t want any part of this, but I could already see what my role was going to be.
When I joined them, he took the phone from Has-Been, who didn’t even resist. The poor guy looked like he was in shock.
“Can you take this down?”
I reluctantly stared at the video, which showed a sexy redheaded woman taking a vigorous ass-fucking from a man I knew too well to see him doing that stuff.
“Shit, man… you let her film you, and now it’s my problem to take it down?” I was watching the real version of Has, who honestly looked like he’d just been accused of murder or something. Hell, he’d probably prefer that, from the way he was reacting.
“I swear… I never knew it was even being filmed. How the fuck is this happening?”
I backed out of the video on the well-known porn site, and looked at the linked videos on the same account.
“Child actor turns biker whore?”
Has frowned again, grabbing the back of his neck with both hands, about five seconds from totally losing his shit, I figured.
“What?”
“That’s the name of the channel. Micro, what the fuck made you choose this channel?”
He looked sheepish. “You know I have a thing for biker girls. I thought it’d be some hot piece in leathers and stuff, draped over... Come on, I didn’t know it was gonna be a man biker, and least of all him.”
“Can you take it the fuck down?” Reacher pressed.
“Pres, there are more than twenty videos on this channel. Going by the name of the channel, I’d say they’re probably all of him. Jesus, Has… you see this bitch a lot?”
Has-Been grabbed the drink Micro had been holding, and drank it in one gulp, then he cursed.
“This is fucking ridiculous. She… she wouldn’t do this, right?”
He pulled his phone out, and dialled a number, holding his phone to his ear.
I opened my mouth to speak, and he held a hand up.
“Don’t you fucking ‘hi babe’ me. What the fuck are videos of us fucking doing online?”
We all watched as he listened for a few moments.
“Fucking hell. You fucking bitch! Take them down. Right the fuck now, or I’ll… I’ll. Well, I don’t know, alright? But I’ll… you’ll pay for this!” He tossed his phone at the wall, letting out a roar of frustration.
Reacher glanced at me again, speaking in a low tone.
“Do what you can. Get those fucking things down right now. Top priority.”
I stared at him, feeling like pointing out his hypocrisy.
“So suddenly I’m back on duty, just because pretty boy over there has a problem?”
Reacher cursed under his breath.
“Ice, those videos were posted without his consent. We need to get them down urgently.”
“Consent?” Fucking asshole. “CONSENT? Yeah, because nobody ever does anything around here without a person’s fucking consent, right? Nobody here has forced anyone into anything they didn’t want to do?”
Reacher turned to Alicia, and muttered to her, clearly telling her to get out of the bar, because she sighed and walked away, heading for the stairs.
“Listen, asshole-”
“Me listen? No, you fucking listen! Nobody asked my fucking consent when they forced me to detox in a fucking coma! So now you care about fucking consent? Just because it’s him? Just because it’s his fucking dick all over the internet? So it’s only me and Ryder getting forced into shit without our ‘consent’?”
The silence that fell was heavy, and intense, as I realised just how many brothers were now in the room and listening.
Lissa
F lashing blue lights behind your car when you’re driving are never a good thing, and being pulled over while driving, when you know you had more alcohol than you should have? Terrifying. It was my first time in the back of a police car, when the breathalyser proved I was over the limit, and they arrested me.
Being arrested for driving while under the influence of alcohol was even more terrifying. Knowing that my licence had been confiscated until my hearing was the worst part yet, and I was stranded at the police station.
There was nobody I could call. The only people I knew were connected to the rehab centre, and I couldn’t ask any of them to pick me up. I checked my purse for cash for a taxi, and that was when I realised I’d left my cards at home. I had no money.
So it was out of desperation that I dialled the only person I could think of to bail me out, and the last person I should be calling.
“Doc?”
Just his voice was enough to send a thrill through me, even as I had to beg him for help.
“Doc? Lissa? Are you okay?” I glanced at the clock on the wall. It was nearly eleven at night.
“I’m sorry to call so late, Ice.”
I heard movement, but it didn’t sound like he was in bed. It wasn’t the rustling of bedclothes. It was a chair scraping back on a hard floor.
“Lissa, what is it? Are you okay?” Was I? No.
“No,” my voice was a whisper, but he heard me.
“Where are you? Do I need to uh… do you need me to come to you?”
I walked out of the police station, standing in the street. It was dark, but a perfect summer evening.
“I’m… I’m at the police station.”
I heard a sharp intake of breath.
“What the… did something happen?”
God yes. Panic and humiliation coursed through me, as I admitted it out loud.
“I… I need a ride.”
He cursed, and I heard him yell something to someone.
“Stay right there. I’m on my way. You hear me, Lissa? You wait for me.” He didn’t say goodbye. He just ended the call.
I sat on the curb outside, and waited for Ice, wondering if he’d turn up on a motorbike, and I’d have to ride on the back, with my arms wrapped tightly around him.