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Tommy and I exchanged a look.Shit.
Has looked like he was about to pass out.
“I don’t… how the fuck… Reacher… Pres. This isn’t… Fucking hell.” He tapped something on the phone and cursed. “How could she…”
Reacher glanced at me, waving me over. Fuck’s sake. I should have stayed in my room. I didn’t want any part of this, but I could already see what my role was going to be.
When I joined them, he took the phone from Has-Been, who didn’t even resist. The poor guy looked like he was in shock.
“Can you take this down?”
I reluctantly stared at the video, which showed a sexy redheaded woman taking a vigorous ass-fucking from a man I knew too well to see him doing that stuff.
“Shit, man… you let her film you, and now it’s my problem to take it down?” I was watching the real version of Has, who honestly looked like he’d just been accused of murder or something. Hell, he’d probably prefer that, from the way he was reacting.
“I swear… I never knew it was even being filmed. How the fuck is this happening?”
I backed out of the video on the well-known porn site, and looked at the linked videos on the same account.
“Child actor turns biker whore?”
Has frowned again, grabbing the back of his neck with both hands, about five seconds from totally losing his shit, I figured.
“What?”
“That’s the name of the channel. Micro, what the fuck made you choose this channel?”
He looked sheepish. “You know I have a thing for biker girls. I thought it’d be some hot piece in leathers and stuff, draped over... Come on, I didn’t know it was gonna be a man biker, and least of all him.”
“Can you take it the fuck down?” Reacher pressed.
“Pres, there are more than twenty videos on this channel. Going by the name of the channel, I’d say they’re probably all of him. Jesus, Has… you see this bitch a lot?”
Has-Been grabbed the drink Micro had been holding, and drank it in one gulp, then he cursed.
“This is fucking ridiculous. She… she wouldn’t do this, right?”
He pulled his phone out, and dialled a number, holding his phone to his ear.
I opened my mouth to speak, and he held a hand up.
“Don’t you fucking‘hi babe’me. What the fuck are videos of us fucking doing online?”
We all watched as he listened for a few moments.
“Fucking hell. You fucking bitch! Take them down. Right the fuck now, or I’ll… I’ll. Well, I don’t know, alright? But I’ll… you’ll pay for this!” He tossed his phone at the wall, letting out a roar of frustration.
Reacher glanced at me again, speaking in a low tone.
“Do what you can. Get those fucking things down right now. Top priority.”
I stared at him, feeling like pointing out his hypocrisy.
“So suddenly I’m back on duty, just because pretty boy over there has a problem?”
Reacher cursed under his breath.
“Ice, those videos were posted without his consent. We need to get them down urgently.”
