Cash shrugged.
“I have no idea.”
That wasn’t good enough, so Gene held out his hand, and Ethan gave him a lighter. Then, he took the ring out, and started heating the metal up.
It was clear the guy knew what was done with that ring, because he was using his heels to push back to get as far from Gene as possible.
“No! Wait!” he said.
They looked at him.
“He got a call,” he said. “Someone called, asked for him, and he took it before the guy came in. I think whoever called him knew there was trouble coming.”
Gene and Ethan knew what that meant.
Someone betrayed Corbin.
That meant it was a damn short list too.
Cash kept talking.
“When he came in, he was playing cop, and they buddied up to him. They told him all about the sex trafficking. Theypretended they were going to let him join them, and he was all for it. They told him there was a victim in the back.”
Yeah, because he was trying to do the right thing by saving anyone he could.
“They brought him to the back room,” he began, and then stopped talking.
Gene stared at him.
“Oh, no, you’re going to say it. You’re going to tell us or you’re going to be so goddamn sorry.”
He started crying.
“They raped him. We all heard him screaming. He sounded like a wounded animal. After a while, the screaming stopped, and the guys would come out, get more beer, and go back for another round.”
Ethan was angry.
“How long did that go on?” he asked.
Cash was smart enough not to lie.
“Four and a half hours. Maybe five. They took turns working him over. They dragged him out, showed him off, made him give Renegade a blowjob in front of all of us as they whipped him bloody.”
That was all he had to hear.
Gene got up, and he grabbed the table that was beside the couch and smashed it on the wall in rage. It embedded in the wall as he broke one of the legs off.
Cash stared at it and was shaking his head.
“I’d keep talking,” Ethan said. “Or sodomy is going to be not so fun for you.”
Would they do it?
No.
Would they scare a POS who didn’t help a human being from being abused?
HELL.