Page 53 of Tortured Eyes
My finger keeps pressure on my clit, gently building the need to come as I watch as Logan fucks me, and I fuck Logan, both of us racing towards the finale.
The sound of the electronic buzzer interrupts me. “Fuck.” I scramble to shut the screen to my computer put myself together before heading to the entranceway and the small security screen. It’s Jimmy. Without speaking to him, I press the button to let him up and leave the door open.
Stopping quickly in the bathroom, I splash water on my face and try to calm my racing heart before going back out to flick the television on and slump on the sofa, hoping to act like a normal person would.
“Hey,” he calls after the door closes. “Thought I’d check in on you.”
“Thank you, but you don’t have to do that. I’m fine.” Jimmy has been checking in on me at least twice a week since he patched me up. I’ve never been good with friends or people in general, so I'm more uncomfortable than I should be towards his kind gesture.
“I’m just looking out for you. I’d expect the same. Remember that.” He glances at me and the random sit-com that’s playing on the screen, before landing his eyes on the stack of papers on the kitchen table.
“It’s okay, Bryce. You’ve got questions. Don’t pretend around me. I’ve said before. No judgement.” I can only imagine the no judgement he’d give me if he watched the tape I just re-lived. Fuck, it was a full-on porn show, one that I’m still hot from and on the verge of getting off to.
“I want him to pay for what he’s done to me.” I mean what I say, but there’s still a question in the back of my mind.
“I get that. But if you’re not taking it through official channels, what have you got?”
“Samuel.”
“Who is Samuel?” Jimmy wanders over to the fridge and pulls two bottles of beer from the lonely supplies.
I frown at the beers as it’s not even noon.
“What? I’m not drinking that coconut crap you have in the fridge.”
“Fine.” It’s hard to think of what else to say, so I focus on the small lead I have. “Now back to Samuel, or rather, the only good thing in Logan Cane’s world. At least, if I can believe him. And the way he looked at me when he let that name slip, I think Samuel is as real as you or me.”
Jimmy hands me the beer and sits next to me.
“So, you have anything other than a name? I get you’re a detective, but damn, woman, that’s got to be like looking for the proverbial needle in the haystack.”
“I know.” It’s an impossible task. Seems I like to collect those of late.
“And you do realise that by going after whoever this Samuel is, you’re stooping to the same level as Cane?” His voice is gentle when he delivers this truth, but I hear the question in his tone.
“What would you have me do? Sit back and take it?”
“No. Have you even started looking for this person?”
“Yes. There’s no obvious connection.” I stand and pace over towards the table. I leave the laptop shut and gather the files into a neat pile. “There are no birth records listing Logan Cane as the father. According to the Cook’s County clerk’s office, there have been over one hundred Samuel’s born in the last ten years with no father listed on the birth certificate.”
“You’re assuming it’s his son?”
“It’s a place to start. The only good in his life? I don’t know where else to look. Kids are good, right?”
“Okay, well, you’ve got a starting point. Have you checked holdings, purchases and sales of assets in the name of Samuel?” Jimmy comes to the table and pulls a seat out. He’s a cop at heart and loves a good investigation as much as I do.
“I looked into that when I was researching Logan before.”
He gives me a questioning look, and I don’t need the subtext to read what he is thinking. There’s a part of me that can’t get over the connection we had, or even begin to define it.
“Okay. So, no obvious business connections.”
“I’m looking at New York as well. He’s spent a lot of time there over the last few years. Since Wade took over the family business, he’s been in with Vico. Close enough that they have been seen at several public events.”
“Have you checked birth records there?”
“The request is in with New York state department of health.”
“So, what’s next?” he asks, as if I have a concrete plan around all of this.
“No fucking idea. But I won’t drop this. I can’t. I will get my revenge, Jimmy. I swear to God, I will. He's going to pay.”
