“Please, let me go. I’m just a model. I don’t have anything to do with any cameras or distributing the videos.” Owen starts to beg. “It wasn’t my choice, man. I was told to do it. All I did was follow instructions.” He looks around, trying to find a face that’s sympathetic. Of course, he doesn’t find one. Then his eyes land on mine. It appears my scowl and bunched hands must be working, as a dribble of urine trickles down from his swollen balls.
Dart coughs, getting Salem’s attention. The enforcer gives way as Dart steps up and takes his place. When he wants to, in his own way, the VP can look scary. “How are the videos distributed, who deals with that?”
“I don’t know the mechanics. There’s a website.”
“Can you tell us which one it is?” Dart proceeds to push.
“I don’t know,” Owen cries out. I’m guessing he’s recovered enough intelligence to know that non-information isn’t going to save him.
“You don’t know?” Dart gives a menacing growl of his own. “You don’t know a fuckin’ lot, do you, Owen?”
“I know I can’t afford the subscription!” he yells out, then risks a glance at Dart to see whether he’s satisfied him or not.
Whether it has or not, the answer gives me no satisfaction. I turn and raise my eyes at Token who raises his chin to show he’s noted the response, and his frown suggests it’s going to make it harder to find. This isn’t a site which someone can stumble on by accident.
The VP shrugs and, stepping back, hands the lead over to Salem again.
“I’ll buy you’re just a foot soldier doing what you’re told. So, who’s pulling your fuckin’ strings, Owen?”
Owen’s eyes flick around, taking in my brothers who are all looking on. It seems he can find no one to appeal to. As if it’s possible, he slumps even more against the chains. “Devon Starr.”
My eyes go quickly to the prez and VP, knowing it’s good having it confirmed.
“Anyone else?”
Owen’s head moves in a negative motion. “Not that I know. He could be working with someone I suppose.”
“Who’s Brandon West?” Token barks.
Salem raises the knife.
“That’s me. That’s my name.”
One mystery solved at least. Salem glances at me. I raise my chin to say I think in that he’s being truthful. When the enforcer turns back to Owen/Brandon again, he continues the questioning.
“So, where do we find our friend Devon? Do you know his real name?”
“That is his real name—” Another scream shuts off his lie as Salem’s knife finds a target in Owen’s side. He can tell as well as the rest of us when he’s being sold a lie.
Another dribble of urine, and the man is openly crying now. “He’ll kill me.” He tries to breathe through the pain, struggling to find an answer before Salem can stab him again. “He also goes by Ad Wilson.”
“Tell us something we don’t know,” Salem suggests, flashing the blade once more.
“Carson Frome.” Owen’s eyes look wild. “That’s all I know. That could be another alias. How the hell do I know?”
“You got contact details and a location for him?”
When it looks like Owen needs more encouragement, Salem turns to me, holding out the knife. “You want to do the honours? Maybe Owen here will talk when he sees his dick separated from his balls.”
Do I want to touch the perverts swollen appendage? Fuck no, but if that’s what it takes, I’ll do it.
I take the bloodied knife and talk as I approach. “You know what Alicia is to me, Owen?” I wait for his wild eyes to come to mine. “She’s fuckin’ family. Do you think I’m going to let Friday night go unpunished? Do you think I’d have a moment’s hesitation in castrating you?”
“I know where he lives!” Owen screams, louder than he’s done before, making me stuff my finger in my ear then pull it out and shake it. “He’s got a property, whether it’s his or rented I don’t know, but that’s the only location I know for him.” Now he looks crafty. “Let me down and I can take you there.”
Salem tilts his head as if he’s considering it. “I’ll let Grumbler here slice off your dick. One of our girls is a nurse. She can stop it haemorrhaging, then you can take us where we need to go. Course, you won’t be able to give a fuck anymore.”
Well fuck. Torturing anyone takes its toll on the soul, which is why, moments like these cause a burst of chortles and laughter far more than the comment deserves. Even I can’t stop my lips turning up or prevent a deep chuckle coming out of my mouth.
There’s more than one thing to grin about in Salem’s statement. Eva might be great for sewing us up when we cut our hands open accidentally while working on a bike or car, but I think sewing a gaping hole where a dick used to be is beyond even her. The thought of watching her face were we to ask her makes me smile, and my own expression must convey something like anticipated pleasure as Owen opens his mouth.
“I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you!” he screeches like a little girl and then spits out an address.
My eyes widen. It’s in a decent neighbourhood and most of the houses there are worth a bundle of millions. Must be even more money in this porn business than I’d thought.
“Do you want to draw this out?” Lost leans in close. “I’d rather we tracked that photographer down, now we’ve got a possible address.”
I eye Owen thoughtfully. I’m at one with Lost, but I’m a suspicious bastard. “Leave him here, keep a prospect on him. If he’s fed us a heap of shit, then we’ll let Salem loose again.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Mary
I take a sip of the coffee Grumbler had thoughtfully brought me, prepared just how I like it. I’m touched
