Page 56 of Jagger
He fucking hated Lawson, and now has a vendetta against all traffickers. To be fair, if anyone was going to take them all down, it would be Wolfe Knight.
“He made some comments about her being tied up in the basement…” I wince at the memory, then remind myself I have to own this shit. I did this. Molly was taken because of my actions.
“Fucking hell, Jagger, what did you do?” Wolfe looks curious, but I’m almost too fucking ashamed to say it.
“I went in the house. To see her.” I drop my gaze, and my shoulders tense.
“How did he let you into the fucking house?” Wolfe looks confused, but he could just be drunk.
“I told him I was into that shit.”
Wolfe laughs. “Girls tied up? Hell, who isn’t?”
I shake my head. “Nah. Girls for sale.”
Wolfe makes a face that tells me he can’t believe I could pretend to be into that.
“She was naked on a bed.”
Wolfe stares at me.
“I paid him for her freedom, but under the pretense, I was a bad guy.”
Wolfe whistles. “You raped her?”
I nod, wanting to fucking die. “He filmed it. I paid him; he let her go.”
Wolfe shakes his head and stares at me, but he says nothing. He doesn’t have to.
“I know, alright.” I finally lift my head. “I’m a fucking cunt.”
Wolfe nods. “Yeah, you are. But you did it for her.”
I don’t want to agree with him. “I fucking raped her on film.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“She’ll never forgive me.”
Wolfe tilts his head. “Do you want her to forgive you?”
I shrug. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Jagger Knox, raping someone. Never thought I’d see the day.”
“I didn’t enjoy it,” I grit out as Wolfe scoffs.
“Did you cum?”
I glare at him.
“Then you enjoyed it. Listen, you did it to save her. You didn’t pay to fuck her and leave. How much did you pay?”
“Two million.”
Wolfe strokes his chin. “Does she know that?”
“Would it make a difference?” I snap back.
