Page 74 of Let Me
Oh my God.
I’m just glad he’s not here for this.
I run my fingers through my hair, chest heaving.
This shouldn’t even bother me anymore. This shouldn’t be anything at all. This should be nothing to me. I’ve already seen this shit. But seeing it again, seeing her tits exposed, that man’s hand running down her stomach, it’s fucking killing me, playing it over and over in my mind. I’m going to figure out who it is. Because if it isn’t her sending it—and I feel damn sure it is—then it’s probablyhim.And I have to know who the fucker is.
“I can arrange that,” Benji says quietly beside me.
For a moment, I forget what he’s talking about and I look up at him, brow furrowed.
He holds my gaze and then I remember.
Kill them both.
I shake my head.
“Neither of them are worth going to prison for.”
Benji scoffs. “I don’t know. I’d say this would be worth it.”
I shoot him a glare. I have work. I have an empire beneath me. I won’t throw it all away on that sick, unknown motherfucker and my brother’s ex-girlfriend. I won’t let them have that.
I shake my head. “No.”
“You can’t let her get away with this.” Benji sounds impatient, like he’s itching to get his hands around one of their throats. I don’t blame him. I feel the same way. But what is there to do? Whenever I’m around her, I’m incapable of going through anything I planned to do. Anything to make her feel the pain I did with losing Jack. With that note he left behind.
You took her.
I wonder if he knew who it was.
And now this.
I stand up because I can’t sit still any longer.
She deserves retribution. But what is there to do?
“We need to find out who that is,” Benji continues. “We’ve let it go for far too long. We need to make her talk.”
I walk to the edge of the pool, glance down at the still, dark waters, hands in my pockets. I wouldn’t mind drowning in that water right about now.
“I know where she is,” Benji says quietly.
I don’t ask how because I don’t want to know. I’m used to it by now, Benji’s strange ways. His snooping. Stalking.
But what good would going after her do? I don’t say anything.
“Do you want to try to find out another way first?”
Another way.
“Do you think my father knows who it is?” I look back at Benji, waiting, pulling my hands out of my pockets, flexing my fingers. If my father is fucking her now, despite what she did, despite that video, maybe he has an idea. Maybe she’s told him.
Benji huffs out a laugh. “Do you really want to ask him?”
No. I don’t want to see my father. Because if I do, I probably would kill him, despite what I’ve said to Benji. After all of the shit Riley has put us through, he’s still seeing her. Right under my mother’s nose.
“Did you know when I was seven, Jack just a baby, he brought a puppy home for us? A golden lab, with fluffy ass fur. First, he stayed in my room.” I look down at my hands. “Then he got put outside, in the backyard, because of the shedding. My father’s complaint.” I squeeze my hands into fists, look at the veins on the back of them down my wrists. “Then one night, he’s going crazy. Rover, that’s what I named him.” I swallow, then force myself to keep talking. “A stupid name. Anyway, he’s barking his head off and I can hear it through the window of my room. I stuff a pillow over my head and fall back asleep. The perks of being a fucking kid.”
