Page 57 of Light Up My Life (Forbidden Heat 3)

“What the hell is this?” Julie demanded.

“Wow, I don’t think she likes being tricked and videoed without her consent,” Lance teased.

“Imagine that,” I added.

Julie was furious. She was so close to lashing out and striking at Lance. I would have loved to have seen that happen. If I could have that on video, that would be another crime we could technically have her charged with. She knew that she was screwed and that she was powerless here. She couldn’t stand it.

“You bitch!” Julie yelled at me. “How dare you!”

“How dare I? You drugged me, you piece of trash. You are so lucky I don’t claw your damn eyes out. I’m taking all of this to the cops. They will put a stop to your little video and your ass will be going to jail soon. So, I hope you have fun with that shit.”

“No! You can’t do this to me!”

“I didn’t do this to you; you did this to you.”

Lance and I turned from Julie and walked back towards his car. We were going to have a lot of fun with this.

“You can’t do this to me!” Julie yelled. “No! Stop!”

It was all I could do to keep from laughing at her. She was really pathetic.

“That was great! Did you see the look on her face?” I asked.

“Yes, I did. She knows she is totally screwed,” Lance replied.

We drove straight to the police station and showed them the video that Julie had posted. Then we showed them the video of Julie admitting what she’d done. The officer looked on with shocked amazement that we had so much damning evidence of the perpetrator.

“Well, ok,” he said. “We will get everything we need and issue a warrant for her arrest. This is good work. Now typically stuff like this is not admissible in court, but we can probably have this original video traced to her IP address and use that for the warrant.”

“That’s fantastic. She deserves to pay for what she did.”

“She does,” he said.

We left the station. I felt really good about what we’d done. The video would be taken down. It would be illegal for anyone to post it anywhere again. The website would be required to take it down.

“So, what now?” Lance asked.

“Let’s go back to my place,” I said. “I feel like celebrating.”

He looked at me and smiled warmly. I’d missed him. Why was I being so stubborn about things? I needed to realize that I did, in fact, love Lance. I wanted him, I just wasn’t sure I wanted to be married to him. And I was definitely not sure how this would work having a child. I would have to put my career on hold to do that and it had just started. That wasn’t going to work for me. I wanted to keep doing this. The way I felt out on that field was like nothing else I’d ever known. I would never get tired of it. I would never get to the point where I didn’t want to do it anymore. No, it was something inside of me.

But at the same time, would becoming a mother change that? I imagined that it would, no doubt.

Which path would I inevitably choose?

Chapter Twenty-One

Lance

It felt good to give Julie the finger. I’d known her for years and she’d always tried to get me in the sack, but I was never interested. I could tell from the moment I met her, she was a total skank bitch. There were rumors around the high school we went to, that she was a slut as well. And she would not let it go that I wasn’t interested in her, mostly because every guy who’d ever met her had basically offered to sleep with her right away.

So, as soon as I heard the name of who had done this to Kat, I knew that it had a little bit to do with me. As soon as the chief told me to go home without pay for the stupid fight that I’d let myself get sucked into, I hit the road and drove straight to Cleveland. I thought about calling Kat, but I decided that it would be better if I just showed up there in person. I knew that she would need someone close to her, someone to lean on. It was surprising to me that I didn’t recognize Julie at the game the other day. Maybe she didn’t get any playing time, or I just didn’t pay enough attention. I was mostly focused on Kat.

When we left the police station and drove back to Kat’s place, I felt good about what we’d done. It was a gamble whether the cops would even accept the evidence we got, since it was technically obtained illegally. Recording someone without their permission was a bit of a grey area. Hell, we could have gotten in trouble for it.

We entered her house and I slumped down on the couch while Kat pulled out a few beers from the fridge. She handed one to me and I opened it up, and took a long swig. It tasted great. The relief was beginning to melt out of me, and I was starting to feel much happier than I’d been all day.

“Thanks for being here,” Kat said. “How did you even find out? The news?”

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