Page 100 of Fractured Fear

The next thing I know, I’m cuming with her and do just as I said, paint her with my cum. I ride the high for what feels like forever.

When I come back down to Earth, I’m leaning against the countertop between Spencer’s legs and my free hand is planted on the marble next to her head. She’s staring up at me bewildered and I’m betting my expression matches hers, because what the fuck? I’ve never cum so hard in my life and I wasn’t even inside her.

Coming back to my senses, I stand up and tuck myself back in my pants. I wet a towel at the sink and begin wiping my cum from Spencer’s body. Washing away any and all evidence of what we just did as if it never happened.

I should do the same, wash this memory from my mind. I can’t say I regret it. I would be lying to myself, but my priorities need to come first. My job, my family. Spencer has wormed her way under my skin without even trying and it’s vexing. I can’t let her burrow any deeper.

Once I have her clean, I scoop her up in my arms and carry her to bed. On the short walk to her room, she passes out cold. I lay her on the bed and rummage through her closet for something to dress her in.

When dressed, I tuck her under the fluffy comforter, but then I find myself reluctant to leave. It’s like I have concrete blocks attached to my ankles. Each step away from her is difficult and it doesn't get easier the further I get.

An hour later,Rio and Zane find me with a Corona in my hand as I sit on the couch staring out the window.

“Honey, I’m home! I even wore your favorite shirt.”

“Shut up, idiot. She’s sleeping,” I hiss.

“Already? It’s still early, and we brought Thai,” Rio says with a frown and holds up the two bags of take out in his hands.

I ignore him and go back to sipping my drink, not in the mood to put up with their rowdiness right now. I’m mentally banging my head against a brick wall. I told Spencer it was complicated. Fuck. If it was complicated before then it’s a fucking shitshow now.

The woman drives me fucking crazy, and not to mention Rio and Z are already head over heels for her like a pair of love sick puppies.

Interrupting my pity party of one, Z takes a seat next to me.

“We had a chat with the fuckup duo today.”

Just what I need, to focus on something thatshouldhave my attention.

“Oh yeah? How’d that go?”

“We got what we needed.”

Waiting for him to elaborate, I give him a look conveying I’m all out of patience for the day.

He leans back and explains, “They got rid of the files just like we thought. Well, ‘got rid of’ isn’t right. More like they hid the physical copies and erased the digitals from the system.”

“Assholes. They say why?”

“I said we got what we needed,” Z reiterates.

I cross my arms and wait.

He sighs. “They frequent a strip joint called Euphoria up in Yonkers. Turns out some of those girls shouldn’t be working there. They should be getting ready for prom, practicing for their driving test, planning for what they’re going to do after they graduate…but no. These girls work there and the owner has pictures. I dug into their finances to find the owner, but it’s a never ending trail of shell corporations owned by shell corporations.”

“What’s your take?” I ask.

“Rio and I think it reeks of Cain, but how Cain and a small-time consultant like Anthony Cole are connected, I haven’t figured that out yet. If Cain is the owner, then that means Cain owed Anthony. What would a big fish like Cain need from a nobody like Anthony in the first place?”

Rio joins us on the couch with a plate of noodles. “Maybe Anthony is a supplier.”

“What? Like Anthony kidnaps women and children and sells them to Cain?” Z asks, leaning back in his seat.

Rio shrugs a shoulder. “It’s a possibility. We have to ask ourselves what does an asshole like Cain need? Product.”

“We need more info on Anthony Cole,” I state, eyeing my two best friends wondering if they're thinking what I am.

“Absolutely not,” Z says.

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