Page 26 of Ryder
Ice lifted his eyes once more, and I really wished he wasn’t looking at me when he said, “got someone helping look into where one might get GHB from… and Viagra.”
My stomach clenched at the mention of those drugs, and the fact that he clearly knew everything.Shit.
“Not just off the street then? On a corner?”
He focused on his screen again. “Possibly. That’s why I have someone looking into it. Known dealers, that kind of shit. Of course, if it were any of the things we supply, I’d already have that answer.”
Fair point. We supplied ecstasy and cocaine. Party drugs only. The good shit. We received it from our supplier, and we divided it among our network of street dealers, and anyone who fucked us, didn’t get a chance to do it twice. The last one miraculously overdosed on a real cocktail of that shit.
“I feel like I need to be doing something,” I said finally, because I felt about as useful as a fucking prospect. I glanced at my clean floor.Less useful even.
“Maybe try not repainting the place with vomit for a day or so. I know the prospects would appreciate that.”
Ice is nothing if not a major pain in my ass, but he’s smart, and resourceful. And on my side.
“Brother, all I can do is try.”
He smirked again. “Eat something, and I’ll have whatever you’re making.” He’s also a dick.
It wasn’t until a whole fucking day later that anything new happened. She sent three more messages, and another video clip. This one showed her going down on me. On my poor defenceless cock, which glistened with probably her spit, or her fucking pussy juices. Again, I looked to be mostly out of it, but my damn cock was playing ball. She’d given me Viagra, so it was hard, and able to be used by her.That fucking whore.
Reacher grudgingly handed me the phone. He was in my room with me again, with Stitch, Torch, and Ice, because apparently we’re a fucking boy band now.
“Message her back.”
I took the phone, hesitating as I stared at it. What the fuck would I say to the bitch?
“Someone tell me what to say, or I’m gonna call her a cunt, and tell her I’m gonna kill her.”
Torch snatched the phone back, tapping out a message, then he passed it back, message already sent.
Me:Why don’t we meet up for a replay…
What the fuck! I glared at him.
“Are you out of your fucking mind?”
He shrugged carelessly, even though there was a lot riding on this. If we could draw her out, we could deal with this and move on, and I was all for fucking moving on.
“Wanna draw her out, don’t we?”
Nobody else seemed shocked by his response to her. Long minutes passed with nothing, and then the phone buzzed in my hand, and all eyes focused on me.
I swiped the screen.
Unknown:I knew you enjoyed it.
I stared at the screen, my breathing a little faster as I absorbed the fact that my ‘rapist’ was communicating with me in real time.
Unknown:You liked the videos, didn’t you? I have more.
Torch was leaning over my shoulder, reading them out.
“Careful, brother. That’s a warning,” Ice said suddenly, grabbing his laptop and tapping away at things.
“She’s still bouncing off the same towers. Fuck’s sake! We need more.”
I tapped the screen and lifted the phone to my ear, my heart thudding heavily in my chest. It was ringing. And ringing. It kept ringing until eventually it cut out.
