Ethan would kill him if he ever laid a hand on his sister.
Too bad for the bastard she’s mine now, as his days are numbered.
My stomach clenches when I see that there were cameras in the shower and also outside the glass door. Three or four of them, positioned at various angles around the room.
Lilly had no idea she was being watched. The sick fuck even filmed himself standing next to her bed, watching her sleep while he masturbated.
That’s what haunted her throughout her teenage years. That fucking depravity—that pile of shit—is what caused the nightmares she told me about.
From what I’ve seen so far, he never laid a hand on her. And I’m going to hold on to that thought so I can keep moving forward with my plan. Otherwise, I’d kill him today.
No. Death alone would be way too easy.
I want his disgrace to go public. And for that, I’ll follow a very careful step-by-step plan. Only when his reputation is in the gutter will I take his life.
I’ll need to plan this carefully to avoid risking the safety of the girls still trapped in the brothels. They’re living proof that the businessman who supposedly donates millions each year to cancer hospitals and builds schools for underprivileged children is nothing but a scumbag with twisted tastes.
I grab my phone and call Blood.
There’s no one I trust more than him—except for Ethan. But as much as it bothers me not to share this with my friend, I know him. He’d blow the whole thing. If he finds out about the files, he’ll confront the stepfather immediately, probably over the phone, and there’s too much at stake.
“I just finished watching all the footage,” I say, skipping the pleasantries.
“And what do you want to do?” Blood asks.
I know he’s seen it all—except for Lilly’s part.
As for the rest, there was no way I could leave him out. After me and my partner, he’s third in command.
“I already have everything planned. We don’t know if he’s got anyone in the police force—or someone higher up—on his payroll, so we’re going to make two anonymous drops: one to the authorities and one to the press. I want the material handed over to a trustworthy journalist, someone beyond reproach. Arresting him won’t be enough. We need to destroy his public image.”
“I already have someone in mind. When do you want it done?”
“As soon as possible. But we need to have some men watching the brothels. I’m worried about the girls’ safety. Get the material out by this afternoon. The faster the scandal breaks, the better. I want everything exposed before Ethan getsback. Ramon can’t have the slightest clue about what’s coming for him.”
“Got it. We’ll do it your way.”
“Blood?”
“Yeah?”
“Nothing about Lilly goes in.”
“Are you going to destroy her file?”
“Not yet.”
“You don’t want him to pay for that?”
“He’ll never stand trial for any of this. We’ll make sure he gets out on probation—and then he’ll be mine.”
“Then why bother having him arrested?”
“Because that way, the world will know who he really is. For all the lives he destroyed, he deserves to be exposed. But he’s not going to enjoy the safety of a prison cell. We’ll need to reinforce protection around Lilly, assuming Ramon has partners in these criminal operations.”
“Don’t worry. She’ll be protected.”
Once, I told Lilly about my sixth sense.
