Page 61 of Ashes of Sin

Every single one of my friends is rich beyond most people’s imaginations and handsome as fuck. Women line up to spend a night on the end of their cocks. Every week.

Every night.

“Fine. But none of us have kidnapped a woman.” Travis reminded me with a brow lift.

“Don’t need to,” Parker added.

Assholes.

They’re winding me up.

“Fuck off. I didn’t kidnap her to get my rocks off. You know why I’m doing this. I could destroy my father’s company in forty-eight hours, but it won’t have half the impact of embarrassing him in front of the nation. Look at him already lashing out with this bullshit about her mental health.”

“Destroying his company would also shame him. Tell me you didn’t do this because you wanted the girl.” Parker tested me.

I went silent, not willing to go there. “Fuck off.”

“It’s okay if you did. But next time just ask a girl out for dinner, for god’s sakes.” Travis snorts.

I wasn’t in the mood after seeing my father on screen. I need them to understand exactly who he is. I’ve shared what he did to me, not what I’ve suspected and confirmed since.

“Listen, Pierce runs a child sex ring. He’s a goddamn snake, bringing executives into his lair and then blackmailing them with evidence of what they did when doped up.”

“Jesus,” Killian curses.

What he did to me as a child was disgusting enough. He would have friends over, and when Mom would crash out, he’d pull me out of bed and take me to the library where the men were drunk as hell.

Shaking, I’d wrap my arms around myself knowing I wasn’t able to fight or stop them. I was too small. Too weak.

My pajama pants were always the first to go.

Pierce would tug them down and lead me over to the men while stroking my little cock.

I hated that my body reacted. That the noise of the men, the smell of the smoke and alcohol all blended into one terrifying scene. At least in my memory it did, as if not being able to play it back might erase it from reality.

But I do remember.

I remember enough.

I remember the feel of the wet mouths around my dick, the way my body trembled in fear. The way I felt sick and shamed as I came and the gleeful pleasure on their faces.

I think the aroused glossy eyes were the most revolting.

Knowing now that he’s done it to hundreds of other young kids makes me sick to the stomach.

“How?” Parker asked, shocked.

“I don’t know.” I glance at the phone and push the button at the crossing.

I don’t know how he’s doing it. But I know it was taking place. I’d overheard a conversation I shouldn’t have at the Alliance Club one night outside the back entrance. A man confessing that he’d gone to a private event and had very little recollection of what happened. Next minute, he’d been blackmailed and received an incriminating photo of himself.

I’d felt sorry for the poor guy and a bit guilty as I suspected he was talking to his lawyer.

Then the last piece of the mystery clicked into place when, I presume, he was asked if he did it.

“Yeah, but I’m not into fucking underage boys, so I had to have been drugged.”

My hands clenched as the Sterling name was tossed out, and I knew. I vaguely knew who the man was and did some digging. Turns out he does know my father and that was enough proof to me that he’s been abusing other children for years.

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