Oscar
My eyes flick over the screen showing the contents of the flash drive belonging to Andrew Bassington, the illegitimate son of Hugh Bassington.
He had a talent for hacking; I’ll credit him that.
However, the people he was dealing with were so out of his league he truly had no idea of the enormity of what he unraveled.
Or he has and was enjoying viewing the countless videos of innocent women being abused, raped, and tortured until they were fortunate enough to die of the mistreatment, and sometimes, even then the abuse didn’t stop.
My finger twitches over the keyboard; do I do this? Open the door to the apocalypse, knowing the gravity of my actions.
But when the screen changes to the bright eyes of a small boy cowering in terror, I know it’s the right move to make.
These human traffickers are about to be discovered, and it will rock the Unholy Savages MC to the very core.