“No! I’ll talk. I’ll talk,” he wails. “I fuck freshmen and then send their naked pics to my friends.”
“Fuck, you are a repulsive fuck!” Lori barks.
“With that Latina chick, I-I made a-a video while I was nailing her.”
“Pedro Mendez’s daughter?” I ask. Ramiel didn’t say anything about a video.
“Yes! But it’s gone. It’s gone. From my phone and the internet. I don’t know how…where…” His voice quavers with fear.
Did Nine take care of it and make it disappear in exchange for keeping Jacob alive? Is that the deal she offered the drug lord? In that case, maybe Ramiel can find it and blackmail the drug lord. I grab my phone and send a quick message to him, letting him know what we found out.
“You tiny dick, rotten-dick-milk, piece of trash! Did you think you could do that to Sully as well?” Lori’s hissing voice booms in the silent warehouse.
I already thought about a few possible reasons why Jacob was dragging Sully toward his car. Raping him was among them; it turns my mind into a murdering fest. But it’s Lori’s knife that comes down and spears throughJacob’s boxers. The groan of pain he lets out echoes around the walls as a bloody stain quickly forms over the fabric.
Lori is still cursing at him when his phone starts ringing.
“Boys,” he answers, turning the speaker on.
“Where are you?” I hear Gabriel’s voice.
“Hanging out with Jacob, the perverted, vile fuck.” Lori glares at him.
“Where?” Gabriel insists.
“Where are we?” he asks me.
“Just check Lori’s tracker,” I say impassively at Gabriel. The thought of putting a microchip behind Sully’s ear, like all the others have, resurfaces in my head.
“I’m ten minutes away,” Gabriel lets us know.
“So, why did you ask?” Lori clips.
“Be good.”
“Bugger off!” The pug-masked kook hangs up as I grab my hunting knife.
“Let’s end this,” I say before moving near Jacob’s table. He’s muttering incoherent words.
I wish he were more present-minded as my knife slices into his torso piercing his heart and going deeper. He arches, pulling at his restraints. He takes his last breath, and then drops with a thud back on the wooden board. Blood drips out of his parted lips while the light in his eyes slowly dims and disappears.
I take a long breath. One less threat against my Sully.
Lori nods, making the ears move. “You certainly are good at this.”
I clean my knife and start untying the corpse when Lori silently hands me a small bag.
I take it and look inside. There’s a skimpy, lacy, red dress with matching crotchless panties and garter. Fucking hell, the image that forms in my head of Sully walking toward me, wearing it makes my blood boil with lust.
“Fly to Honey. It’s the name of the online shop I bought it from. It makes custom hot-cha-cha male lingerie. The best ever,” he lets me know. “When you two use it, think of me and send pics.”
I glare at him, like I would ever show a half-naked Sully to anyone. I grab the tarantula jar as a threat.
“No! Portia, no!” He runs behind the crate. “Just a thank you will suffice.”
“Fuck off! How is that as a thank you?”
“What the fuck is going on here?” Bezaliel storms into the room.
