Page 42 of Emily's Essence

Hawk sat up. “Which slut?”

“Candy.”

Striker looked around the room. “Has anyone seen her lately?”

Everyone shook their heads.

“Call April in,” Striker said.

Brick got back with the slut and shut the door behind them.

The slut looked at all the men and turned white. “What’s wrong?”

“Where’s Candy?” Striker asked.

“She’s gone.”

“Gone where?” Hawk asked.

April shrugged. “She just said she was heading out.”

“Did she act weird?” Feral asked.

April thought about it for a moment. “I guess a little.”

“How?”

“Kind of like she was in a hurry.”

“What all did she say?” Feral asked.

“She just said she was taking off. I asked when she was coming back, and she said she wasn’t because she liked to breathe too much. Isn’t that weird?”

Hawk knew without a doubt they’d found who attacked Emily.

“Thank you, April.”

“You’re welcome, Striker. I hope I helped.”

“You did,” Stone said, letting her out of the room.

“Why the fuck would she pull down Emily’s pants?” Brick asked.

“To make it look like she was or was about to be raped,” Hawk said.

“I agree with that. It’s a good way to traumatize a woman. Fuck, the way Emily acted after she found out about her pants, it worked,” Striker said.

“Why don’t we call Emily in?” Feral said. “I’d like to know what they talked about when Snoopy saw them.”

Stone went to find her and was back within five minutes.

Hawk held out his hand when he saw how apprehensive she was. “Come here, babe.”

“What’s wrong?” she asked him.

“Nothing. We just heard that you and Candy argued,” Hawk said.

“I wouldn’t call it an argument, really. I was folding towels, and she came over and grabbed the towel at the bottom, causing the pile to be knocked down. I asked her what her problem was because she’s hated me since I came here.”

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