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“In the same cloud I upload all of my Avery videos. Somewhere secret where I can enjoy them. Now, I’m going back behind the screen, and you two are going to perform for me. See how you like fucking with a gun at your back.” Orson unzipped his pants and stroked his penis.
“I’m Superman!” Jason kicked the gun from Larry’s hand, and Avery slapped her hand over the wheelchair’s remote-control panel. She twisted the joystick like it was the professor’s tiny penis and broke it.
Meanwhile, Jason cuffed Larry with his tie.
“Tatiana,” Avery reminded. “Where is she? We have to get by her.”
“Let me restrain these two first. Sorry, Professor.” Jason grabbed a roll of duct tape from one of the plant benches and tied the professor’s hands, leaving his fly open and his flaccid penis in full view.
Avery made quick work of disconnecting the power from the professor’s voice activated virtual assistant. She slipped Jason’s discarded suit jacket over her swimsuit and picked up Larry’s gun.
“Let’s get out of here before Tatiana comes back.” Jason steered her around father and son. He’d put duct tape on Larry’s mouth, but the professor kept lobbing threats at them.
“You’re not going to get away with this. I’ll prosecute you for assault and robbery,” the professor shouted.
“Actually, your goose is cooked,” Jason said. “We have confessions of the murders, child pornography on the cloud, and extortion of someone important.”
“Avery, don’t listen to him,” the professor said. “Be a good girl and untie me. Remember, I’m the only one holding on to your dirty little secret.”
Avery’s head whirled, and her heart lurched. The flood of shame over what had happened threatened to drown her. She didn’t want to feel the constricting of her throat and the shot of pain between her legs. The hand clamped over her mouth and the desperation as she beckoned the professor to help her. Instead, he’d enjoyed the performance of her losing her virginity.
“Hey, hey, you okay?” Jason led Avery out of the greenhouse onto the rooftop deck. “Care to tell me who the ‘someone important’ is?”
Avery shriveled under his gaze. “No, not now.”
Not ever.
Chapter Forty-Two
Jason loweredthe last ladder to the fire escape and made the jump to the ground. His arms windmilled, and he wobbled, barely avoiding a face-plant. The drug-induced high was still firing up his nerves, and everything felt too intense and loud.
Above him, Avery peered from the fire escape. She was breathing hard from the floors they’d already descended, and she’d done it while wearing stilettos.
“Jump. I’ve got you.” He held up his hands to catch her.
“Why isn’t the ladder going lower?” she cried.
“To keep people from climbing up. You’re going to have to jump.”
“And break my ankle?” She groaned, lowering herself down to the last rung of the ladder. “I can’t reach the ground.”
“You’re going to have to trust me,” he said. “I won’t miss.”
She glanced downward at him, looking skeptical. Her hair was disheveled, and he could see her sexy thong and butt cheeks underneath the oversized suit jacket.
“Do you have any choice?” he prodded her. Sirens sounded down the street, and a crowd was already gathering. “We better hurry. They might have called the cops.”
“Okay, I trust you. Catch me!” she shouted and let go.
His heart ballooned and even though his energy was zinging up and down from meth and his nerves were jittery, he was still high enough to think he could do anything.
“Yeeha!” he shouted as his arms closed around Avery and her sweet butt hit his chest. “Gotcha, baby.”
And because he was excited and amped and popping with all those strange emotions, he dipped her back and kissed the breath out of her.
The bystanders’ applause was broken up by thewhoop-whoopof a siren cutting off.
“Over there,” a female voice shouted. “Those are the robbers. They’re armed and dangerous.”
