Chapter 24 Cade
Chapter Twenty-Four
CADE
It’s not that far off six, another hour or so, but most of my work is done. My official work for our clients, that is.
What I’m finishing now is the setup for my next public service hack; bringing down an eminent and married OB-GYN who is known for in-office simple procedures as well as general OB-GYN check-ups.
He’s known for making everything comfortable, pain-free and has a following.
“He’s so good you won’t even remember it,” is the unofficial motto.
And there’s, unfortunately, truth in that.
Most of his patients, his pretty, young, hot patients don’t remember it. At all.
Seems he’s been having unauthorized fun with these unconscious or out-of-it women and some of them have described a euphoria after, others feel like they do after sex.
Another Syndicate member brought it to my attention. His sister’s friend was a victim.
And if Silas says this asshole’s up to no good, then that’s enough for me to want to bury the guy, even without all the shit I’ve uncovered.
Because the thing is, a police investigation led nowhere. Lack of evidence, because, sure, DNA might be present, but it’s in his office and there’s no fluid, is there?
My stomach turns.
It’s dangerous enough to want unconscious sex in the realm of fantasy, and people do it. But it’s apples to oranges. Having sexual urges and preferences and real life are different.
The BDSM lifestyle in all its branches is about control and choosing to give it up or to own it.
This is violation, rape, and a stealing of control and power.
But it’s not only lack of evidence, it’s how his nurses back him up. He has a couple on rotation, a male and female. I don’t know if they help him out, or if they leave the room. I don’t know if they’re lying about being there because they don’t care or because they fear for their jobs.
It doesn’t matter.
They’re cowards at best, complicit or active participants at worst.
But bring him down, and they’ll meet the appropriate fate, too.
So, I’m going to destroy the good doctor.
It’s easy enough to hack into his phone. And holy shit…Mr. Baby Man likes to record his fun. He likes to record the women strapped to the stirrups, naked, spread open.
He even fucking narrates.
I flick through the files, opening randomly.
In one, first, he does an exam with his gloves and then fingers her without them, really getting in there.
In another, I open on him using his speculum, shining a light into her soft pink insides when she’s wide open.
Fuck. I jump out of that, not wishing to violate her further.
In yet another, he uses a dildo of either glass or clear silicone and…
Nope.
I open more and more. There’s one where he fucks the unconscious woman in the ass while fucking her pussy with the dildo.
I close that one too.
As I go, I fast forward through the graphic scenes, knowing I’ll have to watch them to piece together something that’ll protect the woman and expose him.
Bingo.
He jacks off over one woman, and I can do something with that. In others, I start opening on scenes where the woman isn’t, and his commentary offers gems for me to use.
What I can’t tell is if he’s alone or not.
But the videos make it all so much easier for me.
I already have an idea of the video I’m going to make, but I’ll do it later. First, I need to meet Violet.
To do that, I need to set up and feed the AI text creator I’ve developed so it can reply to any texts Vi might send to The Ghost while she’s with me.
The set up is basic as I’m still developing the program, but I don’t need something elaborate, I just need something to pretend to be The Ghost and taunt her.
I feed it some basic prompts, things I’d like.
Right now all I need it to do is tailor some pre entered texts to fit whatever Vi might say to The Ghost, and then redirect the conversation so I can have more control over the subject matter.
When I’m satisfied, and things are set up, I get ready.
I shower and change. I almost reach for my jeans, but instead go for tailored pants and a white shirt. I’ll have my backpack, so I put a black lightweight pullover in. Just in case…
I add one more item of clothes…if you can call the item clothes.
Then I pack the cologne that came from Enzo.
Straight from work is the look I’m going for.
The Ghost is in my pack.
So to speak.
Honestly, though, I’m surprised she asked me out. I liked the banter, playing on her words, but I wasn’t aiming for a date or even just a drink. That was all her.
In fact, I was going to back out, but she slid in with her meeting me at six thing again.
And Vi’s not someone I ever want to disappoint.
If I’m honest, I want to see her.
I head out of the loft, locking the door and walking to the subway. It’s a soft, warm late afternoon.
For Vi, I’d venture through rain or snowstorms.
But yeah, I should have said no. Regardless of anything, I should have gracefully turned her down with made up plans only… Only I don’t want to put her off reaching out for my help if Isaac ever tries anything again. Only I didn’t want to turn down the chance of seeing her.
Yep, I’m back at that one again. The real truth to it all.
I reach her office a little before six. And she’s late. I know she’s not texting The Ghost, so she must be working and sure enough, I get a text.
Violet: So sorry! Running late. Close to 7. Can meet at bar?
Me: See you outside your work when you’re ready.
I stand, doing some adjustments to the AI texter as I wait, leaning against the building next to the offices.
It’s easy enough for time to melt when I do things like this, and it’s just after seven when the door opens, and my libido and heart both leap when Vi walks out.
Low heels, looking sexy to me in her above the knee fitted black skirt and blue satiny shirt, one that buttons up to a pussy bow.
Her hair is in a ponytail, and she undoes the bow, letting it hang prettily down, showing off how the first three buttons are undone beneath, giving me a pleasing glimpse of cleavage.
And I indulge a moment in thinking the move and the buttons are just for me and not because it’s warm.
Her smile when she sees me is everything. A swell of heat inside, a punch to my guts, and a stroke of my cock.
Fuck, once more I can’t believe Jack didn’t see what he had.
No way, if it were me. No way at all.
I’d have done everything to keep her interested, keep her with me. And she’d settled into that groove deep enough it wouldn’t have taken much because Violet’s loyal.
The dark part of me rears up its ugly head.
So, why is she meeting you when she’s into The Ghost?
Either she likes us both, likes the two parts of me, or she’s only into the idea of him and not the reality here.
But that smile…it says complicated, and I drink it greedily in, answering with my own smile.
I hug her to me, an excuse to touch. “Just in case your idiot boss is looking.”
“Don’t tell me we’re at that worn in part of the relationship?”
I laugh. “I might get arrested if I put on a big show.”
“Really? What would you do?”
The interest in her voice is real, and I have to warn myself to watch it. So, I back away from her light challenge. “Not really sure. Can you still get arrested for kissing a girl on the cheek?”
But Vi goes with it as I gesture to the path ahead. It won’t take us long to get to the bar she suggested, and I kind of wish it was a long way away.
“If we’re not married?” She sounds scandalized.
I nod. “I’m sure it still carries the death penalty. I’m a man who doesn’t like to get carried away.”
She pats my arm, her hand lingering a little. “That’s why I like you, Cade.”
“Manly and dashing?”
“Dependable and staid.”
We walk together. “Damn, girl, tone it down. I think I’m going to need that drink.”
We make our way through Orlo Park, just along the edges. The old partial warehouses offer cool spots for people to sit on the ground sheltered, along with the trees and bushes that give it all a wild, natural look. Like nature suddenly sprung up and reclaimed a part of the city.
I think eventually they want to turn the warehouse areas into pop up bars in the summer, and put in seating, but right now it’s like the tangled, natural parts of Central Park, untamed and wild.
It’s a place full of possibilities come night.
She seems a little nervous as she chatters about her job, telling me about how it’s a delicate balance and where she wants to be one day.
I can’t get enough of her voice. “And people like Isaac?”
“He’s a problem, I know. But thanks to you, I’m handling it.
I thought I had, but that hacker, The Ghost, his hacked ad got Isaac into a boat load of trouble, and the team went a slightly different way in handling it than I would have suggested.
But it looks like there’s other stuff bubbling…
so…he doesn’t seem to care about his reputation as much.
Except, now I have a boyfriend, one who turned up… ” Vi shrugs.
“It helped?”
She nods. “Yes, and thank you again.”
“But there’ll be others.”
“There’ll always be men like him, Cade, but, in the future, if this goes well, if I get accepted into the PhD program, I can pick and choose who I work for. I want to make a difference.”
“You could run yourself. One day.”
“No, thank you. I’m better in the background.”
I laugh. “You’re not a wilting flower, Violet.”
“No, but I’m also not a performer. I like the background. It’s where the real work is done. And these egos can be prodded into doing good.”
Fuck. She’s an idealist.
I think I already knew that, guessed it, but this is proof.
I’m cynical. She won’t make a difference, not really, because those egos…they all admire themselves.
Then again, if anyone could make a difference, my money would be on Vi.
As we get closer to the bar, the park behind us now, my nerves grow. But I’m not nervous about being with her, I’m nervous she’ll work out who the fuck I am.
My voice, even when I lower it, is still mine, and she’ll work it out at some point.
It’s why I won’t laugh as The Ghost.