Chapter 28

28

Cole

C ass is out on her so-called date with Alistair tonight, which makes me fucking furious.

The little fucker never actually agreed to stop seeing her now that I think about it. He just anticipated what I was going to tell him when we spoke outside of his office—that I was going to warn him not to see Cass again.

Instead of trying to worm my way in with the Russian crew, what am I doing tonight? I'm sitting on my ass in bed, going through screenshots of the text messages between Cass and the first guard I caught creeping up the stairs to her room that I sent to myself. I can no longer see the originals since the son of a bitch canceled service on the phone, and apparently deleted everything from the cloud, just like I knew he would.

And while I have read every message he sent back and forth to Cass once before, I realize that I never actually clicked on any of the links when the phone was working.

From the thumbnails, I can tell they were obviously links to porn sites.

The asshole sent a lot of those to her at the beginning, mostly girl on girl I notice from the tiny photos below the links.

But one of the thumbnails looks awfully familiar.

Too bad I can't click to confirm, but I'm almost certain it's a video where a masked man in leather shows up in a couple's bedroom.

The man, shocked and scared of the stranger asks, "Who the hell are you?" and the masked guy says something like, "I'm the bull cock your wife craves," before he grabs the woman's ankle, pulling her to the edge of the mattress. He then fingers her, realizes she's not wet, and makes the husband lick her pussy until she comes before railing her.

Then, when the masked guy is done, he comes on the woman's pussy before putting the man on his knees again, face between her legs, telling him to lick up all his cum from his wife's pussy. The husband moans and jerks off while cleaning up his wife. And as the masked man starts to leave, the husband asks, "Will we see you tomorrow night?" The masked man tells him to grow a pair and fuck his wife's brains out himself.

Anyway, the video isn't all that problematic. It's the message after Cass sent him a video of herself masturbating to the scene that catches my attention.

The guard says, Holy shit that was fast.

Cass replies, Thanks for the video. I thoroughly enjoyed it.

And he says, I thought you would. I know you loved it when two men played with you. You're so damn feisty it took two cocks to break you, didn't it?

It took two cocks to break her? That's what he fucking said.

And I don't like his wording. Not one little bit.

Cass doesn't respond to his comment. She didn't say anything to him for a few days when she finally told him the coast should be clear, and to come to her room that night.

Since Cass would probably never tell me what the hell he meant about "breaking" her, I decide to go right to the source.

I told the asshole to leave town; time to see if he listened. Since he canceled the phone even though I told him not to, I'm betting he's still in town.

Since I can't go to Dante and ask to use the laptop with the employee information in it, I'll have to figure something else out to find out where he lives.

After I get dressed, I call August to see if he can help and if he's up for an outing tonight.

"What's up, man? Cass on another date?" he says as soon as he picks up.

"Yes, but that's not why I'm calling," I say to him as I pace around my bedroom with the phone up to my ear. "Could you get me the address for the two guards who used to work here? One is named Lowell, and the other was Matt. They both quit recently."

"Why?" he asks.

"Because I want to pay them both a visit."

There's a long pause before he grumbles, "Does this have something to do with Cass?"

"Maybe."

"If you're going to fuck them up and make me and Mike an accomplice, then I'm gonna need you to give me details."

"And will any of the details get back to Dante?"

"Not unless he asks me questions about the details directly while I'm hanging up in the basement."

"Good," I say, trusting his word. "Both of those guards were fucking Cass during their night shifts."

"No shit?"

"No shit."

"So, Dante would probably be more than happy if they got fucked up. "

I consider my stepfather's perspective on the situation for a moment. "Yeah, definitely."

"Then I'm in. Give me a few minutes to discreetly get the addresses and fill in Mike. Meet you in the lobby in thirty?"

"Sounds good," I agree before ending the call.

Thankfully, Lowell lives alone in a small, rundown house. A car is in the driveway which is another great sign.

Instead of breaking down the door, I pick the back door lock with one of Cass's hair pins while Mike watches the front of the house, and August covers my back.

Once we easily break inside, we go unlock the front door to let Mike in before the three of us quietly head for the bedroom that's down a short hallway, our guns in our hands.

"Mike, help me drag him out of bed to make sure he doesn't pull a weapon. August, you flip the lights as soon as we grab him so we can watch him and he can see us," I whisper to them in the living room.

The big man nods in agreement. Mike does the same.

Slipping into the dark room, his mass alone under the sheets is easy to make out. And we're lucky there are no witnesses in bed with him tonight.

Mike joins me at the foot of the bed where there's no footboard in the way. I nod in the darkness toward the feet. If we each grab one of his legs, we can keep our weapons in the other. Understanding me perfectly, I grab one foot at the same time Mike takes the other and then we pull.

Lowell is screaming before his ass and all the bedding hit the floor. That's when the overhead light flips on thanks to August.

"What the–" he starts as he lifts a hand over his bleary eyes to blink up at us in the bright light .

"Grab the bedding off him," I tell Mike so we can make sure he wasn't sleeping with a gun.

Mike rips the comforter and sheets away, handing them to August who tosses them into the hallway while Lowell starts to try and get up.

"Sit your ass down," I tell him as I hunch down and point the gun in his face.

"You! What do you want?"

"I told you not to cancel the phone number, and I told you to leave town. You didn't listen to me."

"Fuck you!" he huffs, which is when I stand up and slam my booted toes into his face. "Ow, fuck! What the hell is wrong with you?" Lowell shouts while clutching his bleeding nose.

"I've got a few questions for you, Lowell. We can do this here, making it quick and easy or we can take you to Dante's basement where it'll be slow and agonizing. I'm talking a very long week for you."

He blinks at me, then at August and Mike who have their big ass guns pointed at his head.

"Fine."

"If you're not honest with me, we're going to take you straight to the basement," I warn him. "You sent Cass links to porn?"

"Yeah, so? You already knew we were fucking."

I grit my teeth at his easy admission. "I do know you were fucking. Now I want to know what you meant about breaking her."

"What?"

Pulling out my phone from my jean pocket with my left hand, gun still in my right, I show him the screenshot of his message after she watched the scene.

"I'll read it for my friends here to keep everyone in the loop," I tell him when I turn the screen back around and recite it. I know you loved it when two men played with you. You're so damn feisty it took two cocks to break you, didn't it ?

Putting my phone away, I ask again, "What the fuck did you mean about it taking two cocks to break Cass?"

"It's not as bad as it sounds," Lowell mutters while his face loses all color.

"Then enlighten us. Tell me everything from the fucking beginning."

He swallows so hard his Adam's apple bobs as he glances at the guards then me again. "Matt and I were one of the first groups to grapple on the mats or whatever with Cass. She kicked our asses."

"I'm not surprised," I tell him.

"She would taunt us, rubbing her tits in our faces, grinding on our cocks on the sly. The girl was a complete fucking cocktease."

"Keep. Going," I say through clenched teeth. "How did you go from grappling to fucking her?"

"Just ask her, man! She loved it!"

"I'm asking you, asshole," I say when I squat down and put the muzzle of my gun against his forehead. "Give me the details, now!"

"One-one night, C-Cass was in the gym late. Matt and I saw her, and, um, we fucked her. At the same time."

Jesus. Disposing of a dead body doesn't have anything on hearing this shit. I feel like I'm going to throw up all over the asshole. Not only that, but the agonizing pressure building up in my head may actually cause it to explode any second now.

"You and Matt approached Cass alone in the gym, and then fucked her at the same time? With all the cameras around in there? Bullshit," I spit.

"We flipped off the lights, so it was pitch black."

"You turned off the lights first?"

"Yes."

"Before she knew you were even there?" I grit out, having an idea where this is headed.

He nods.

"Keep. Going. "

"We found her then had her right there on the mats. She was into it."

"Did she tell you that?" I ask.

"No. None of us said anything, you know, because of the cameras."

"Who was where after you found her?" I ask slowly. While I don't want to know any details, I need to know them all.

"I…I was between her legs. Look man, I didn't know she was a fucking virgin or that Matt was going to straddle her face like that!"

Yep, my head is definitely going to explode. There's not enough room in it for this shit.

Cass was a virgin when this son of a bitch snuck up on her and fucked her on the floor of the gym. She lost her virginity while another man straddled her face and fucked her mouth at the same damn time.

"You held her down," I say, a statement not a question.

"It wasn't like that. She wanted it, I swear. She came so fucking hard."

"Bullshit!" I yell, letting off some of the pressure before my head pops off my body in a million pieces. "She couldn't tell you ‘no,' ‘stop,' or anything else with her goddamn mouth full of him, could she?"

"I'm telling you, she loved it! If she didn't, why did she keep begging us to sneak into her room to fuck her?"

My finger pulls back on the trigger before my aching head can even comprehend what it's doing.

The blowback of Lowell's blood and…possibly brains are what snap me out of the haze as I sink to my knees, my legs refusing to hold my weight any longer.

"Well," August says into the silence following the loud pop of the gun going off. My ears are ringing, but it sounds like he says, "That's gonna leave a stain."

"Could one of you…get me a…towel?" I ask them through the shock. My lungs are locked up, refusing to inhale or exhale .

I just killed a man. A man who hurt Cass.

I killed him in, well, not cold blood. His blood and brains on my face are definitely still warm.

A blue, damp, bathroom hand towel appears in front of my face a moment later.

"Thank you," I say as I take it and scrub the soft, wet fabric over my eyes first, then my nose and mouth.

"What a fucking mess," I bitch. Finally looking up at the two men standing there, watching me, waiting for my next move, I can't help but ask them, "He deserved to die, right?"

"That fucking prick deserved worse than a bullet through his brain," August replies.

"I can't believe he admitted to that shit…taking the virginity of one of Dante's daughters. And I mean taking it…"

"Shut up," I tell Mike, even if I am stupidly relieved that I wasn't overreacting after all. Just because Cass kept fucking these two men doesn't mean the first time wasn't…I can't even think that goddamn word.

"We need to find his phone, then roll him up in the bedding," August suggests. "Mike, find sheets and another comforter for the bed. Cops will think he just left town after we clean up. Don't worry, kid. This won't come back on you."

"Thanks," I tell him. "Give me a minute and I'll help," I promise.

"You still want to go to that other address tonight?" August asks.

"Hell, yes. I want this done and over with tonight."

After cleaning up Lowell's place, the guys and I have a similar visit with Matt. Except this time we wake him up in the dark with Mike holding his legs, August pinning down his wrists by his sides, and me straddling his face, the muzzle of my gun pressed to his lips.

"Open wide, motherfucker."

One of the guards must twist some body part, because Matt's mouth opens on a scream, allowing me to shove the muzzle of my gun inside of it, as deep as it can go, then deeper, making him gag on it.

"Did Cass make similar sounds when you shoved your dick down her throat and Lowell took her fucking virginity?" I ask him.

He shakes his head no, but it's impossible to know whether he's answering my question or just trying to fight the three of us off him.

I pull the gun out of his mouth so I can hear his confession. Matt sucks in loud breaths as I hold the muzzle to his forehead.

"You fucked her mouth while your buddy fucked her pussy?"

"Y-yes."

"You held her down, shoved your cock down her throat in the dark gym, without asking her if she wanted you?"

"She did want it! I don't know what the hell she told you, but she liked it. If-if she didn't, she could've easily thrown us off like in training sessions!"

"You mean the training sessions where she kicks your asses one at a time with her instructor watching?"

"Y-yes."

"And your little bitty dick and Lowell's couldn't handle being taken down by a woman, so you went after her together, while she was alone?"

"She was always rubbing up on us, acting like a slutty cocktease. We didn't know it was the first time, I swear! Cass loves sucking cock. She gets off on it–"

I don't bother looking away this time, even knowing the mess that killing him at such close range will make.

It takes longer than the first time for my ears to stop ringing, for sound to return.

"You good?" August asks me. "Cole, are you good?"

"I'm just fucking great," I lie.

I'm no better than these men who took what they wanted from Cass. They used her, like I did when I blackmailed her in the goddamn pantry .

This dead asshole called her a cocktease, like I've done so many times.

Just because she rolled around on a mat with them, kicking their asses and taunting them, doesn't mean she wanted what they did to her.

I hope…no, I pray that I'm wrong. Because if Cass didn't want to give me that blowjob and I manipulated her into doing it, I'll probably put this gun to my own head.

"Cole?" Mike says, snapping me out of those dark thoughts. "We should start cleaning up."

"Yeah, we should," I agree as I climb off the dead man, wearing his blood and brains. "But I don't have a fucking clue where to start."