Page 51 of Poison Aches

I lean down a bit and finally ask the only question I wanted to ask this lowlife.

“Tell me, did you use that site to get rid of my mother?” I ask softly.

It’s as if watching a shipwreck in slow motion.

His one eye almost bulges out as he stares at me.

“S-sir…”

The shadows move in, lift up his right leg and start up the rusty, old, blunt chainsaw, and as I watch, Freddy’s leg is ripped open from the thigh, down the middle, splitting open his kneecap and then down his shin.

He screams and cries and eventually throws up, but I just stand there watching it all.

Cold water is splashed all over him, but I can see he’s losing a lot of blood and is now disoriented. Besides, I need to go.

“We’re almost done, Jonathan. Just tell me this, whose site is it?”

In the underbelly, everything feels connected, but the kind of shit this twisted, this deep and hidden can only ever be orchestrated by equally hidden figures.

I saw the site. I analyzed the coding, the structure, its backdoors, its setup, paywalls, the multidimensional firewalls, the smokescreens, the redirection from small angles… it’s all genius level.

It’s almost impossible to find the original owner of the site, nor can I locate them.

The moment I thought I could, it kicked me out and I know there’s no way this fucktard’s donkey brain can conjure up something like that.

I take a few steps back, thinking about it carefully.

Coded meticulously, but it seems that ring has been running for longer than the site has, which only means the site was created recently, probably with just one intention.

“The only reason you used my name is with the intention of framing me, isn’t it?” I stare him down.

He doesn’t have to say anything at all, but I see the answer flashing in his eye.

“Who put you up to it?” I question quietly.

“Master Easton, I mean, sir… I don’t know…”

I check the time on my Rolex just for effect, but I’m always subconsciously aware of the time.

“How’s your wife, Jonny?”

“W-what?”

“She’s been living a great life as an endorser of human trafficking, raising her children on the dime made on selling someone else’s, huh?”

“No, no…it’s not like that! She had nothing to do with this!”

“Right, because stalking my mother and then drugging her mindless over twenty-four years ago was her not having anything to do with this, huh?”

And this right here is the reason why I’m doing this.

The information that was in the report.

I couldn’t care less that someone is trying to frame me, I’ll smoke them out soon, but the grievances and crimes committed against my mother from the past are what I will never forgive!

Jonny’s jaw slackens and realization dawns in his eyes.

“Sir, I can explain.”

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