Chapter 9 #2
I type it in, and sure enough, this one is the same.
Sickness churns in the pit of my stomach, knowing what this set-up looks like, the possibilities of what she was doing with it.
I head straight to her photos and click on the first video saved.
Dove comes into view, and my heart nearly stops.
She’s in a sexy-as-sin black lingerie set, her massive tits spilling over the sheer lace.
Her striking green eyes, enhanced by dark, alluring make-up, flirtatiously meet the camera’s gaze in the dim light as she talks to the camera.
She moves back toward the bed, and I flick the video off, my heart thumping out of my skin. I’ve seen enough.
“Fuck, she’s got one of those OnlyFans pages, doesn’t she?” Bodhi watches over my shoulder.
My raging boner absolutely wants to see more, see what my innocent birdie really gets up to when she’s alone, but knowing she was doing this for someone else makes my skin crawl.
As I scroll through her photos, I find there are hundreds just like the first. “Someone needs to pay for this shit.” My fist clenches around the phone so hard I hear the screen crack.
“Who the fuck are you?” comes a gravelly voice from the doorway. I glance up to see a burly man in a biker jacket with a baseball bat held in his meaty grip. For fuck’s sake.
“Who the fuck are you?” Bodhi is quick to respond.
I pocket her phone for later, and I take a step closer to our intruder. “The girl owes us money,” I snip like I’m filthy about it. This might be the perfect way to get the information she wouldn’t give us.
His scowl deepens. “Join the fucking club. Bitch is a good two months short on her rent, I’m here to collect.”
With a baseball bat. She might not be happy about it, but that girl is lucky she’s safely locked up in my home.
I pop a brow, moving my jacket just enough that he can see I’m carrying a gun.
I motion with my head for him to ditch the bat.
“You the landlord?” I ask, trying to play it cool, even though I’m ready to launch myself across the room and unleash my anger on this fucker for whatever his involvement is.
His eyes narrow, his attention shifting between Bodhi and me, puffing out his chest. “I don’t want any trouble.
” He tosses the bat on the ground. I know the kind hiding behind his club, thinking it will save him by reputation alone.
He will be sorely mistaken with us. “These apartments are owned by the Southern Breakers.”
I nod, taking a few steps closer. “And they sent you into collect her debt?”
“Something like that.” The man sneers. He’s big as an ox, and from the look of it, dumb as a doorknob. The two of us can take him no problem. But I want information before all that.
Bodhi tilts his head, looking over the man with an intense curiosity. “Damion Ryan, you own this dump and three others just like it. You like to weasel money out of vulnerable girls, overcharging on rent and expecting payment in flesh when they fall short.”
Damion takes a shaky step back, his eyes narrowing in on Bodhi. “How the fuck do you know who I am?”
Bodhi grins. It’s subtle, just a tilt of his lips, but I know it means he has the dude already worked out. That’s why he’s my head of security; he’s one step ahead every time. “What would Dotti think of your payment methods?”
His eyes widen in fear. “You wouldn’t tell her.”
Bodhi shrugs. “Depends on how helpful you are today.”
I shrug, circling the man like a shark toying with my prey.
“Probably should help us out before the cushy life you seem to enjoy becomes a nightmare.” I wink at him, always the charmer, even in these situations.
“See, Damion, you might think your club is special, that your boys will back you up, but we have something you don’t. ”
When his shifty eyes lock on his bat, I kick it out of reach before he has the chance to scoop it up again.
He didn’t come very prepared, but I guess he was expecting to find a small girl who was in his debt, probably scared, not us.
Not that he knows who we are, that much is obvious and probably useful at this point.
I could destroy this man’s life with just a couple of clicks on my keyboard.
But today I feel like a little old-fashioned vengeance.
Bodhi picks up his phone. “Maybe I should call your girl, see what she thinks.”
“No, leave her out of this,” he spits out, clearly panicked.
I grin at Bodhi. He did his research, knows his weak spot.
“You know you won’t get away with this. Southern Breakers won’t see kindly to you fucking with me.”
“Better make this quick then. You give me the information I want, you can leave with your life intact.” I hover over him, and I see as he registers just how much trouble he’s in. “How much does she owe you?”
“Fifty grand. We gave her the opportunity to pay it off with some work.”
“Fifty grand to rent a shithole like this?” I laugh darkly. “I should have you run the rental side of my business,” I mutter dryly to Bodhi.
He huffs out a laugh.
Damion’s attention shifts from Bodhi to me.
“Interest has been accruing for a while. You look like businessmen, you must know how it all works. Girl got into some trouble a couple of years back; she could have it paid off by now if she showed up to work when she’s supposed to.
That’s what the boss says. This is all on her. ”
Work. It’s no wonder she doesn’t show up to work for this piece of shit when that means selling a piece of her soul every time she does.
Venom seeps into my veins, poisoning me in a way I have never experienced before.
I should have protected her from this kind of evil.
All this time she’s been out there on her own and that’s on me.
My fist connects with his jaw and he flies back, taken off guard by my sudden burst of violence.
“What the fuck?” he cries, blood leaking from his now busted cheek.
I tilt my head, assessing how he should die. “And if the debt is paid today?”