Page 53 of Hateful Union

He nods. “Get dressed,mo stór, go and I’ll be out once I’ve watched them,” he instructs. “I won’t be long.”

I nod, kissing his jaw quickly before moving away, reaching for his shirt and then moving towards my laptop and setting everything up for him to watch.

“There’s three of them,” I whisper, “all you have to do is press play.”

I give him one last look before leaving the room and getting away from the evil that plays on the screen.

21

Malcolm

Rage. Blinding rage. That’s what fills me as I sit and breathe, trying to quell the thirst to track down Harry Silver and Ashton Banks. Fucking bastards.

I’ve seen a hell of a lot in my life. Tangled with the scummiest of arseholes, but nothing has made my stomach turn as what I’ve just witnessed on Raylee’s laptop. I have no idea where the hell Mayer found it, or if he planted the camera somewhere. But fuck, he’s got them two bastards banged to rights. There’s no way in hell, they’d ever be able to get off if the police got this evidence in their hands.

“Need bleach?” Raylee’s soft voice breaks through my inner thoughts.

I turn to see her resting against the door, wearing nothing but my shirt, and a cup in her hands. “Come here,” I request, needing to have her close so that I can touch her. Fuck, I’d love to bury myself deep inside of her, but that’s not going to happen right now.

She pads over to me, her bare feet silent against the floor. “So, you watched them all?”

I nod, “I fucking hate that you saw that shit, baby.”

She sighs as she climbs into my lap, her head resting against my shoulder. “Yeah, I threw up after watching it.” She sucks in a deep breath, “Is there any way we could find out who the women were? Watching what happened to them…” She shrugs, “I feel as though I should do something.”

My arms tighten around her, her words filled with guilt. “This isn’t your fault, your da’s an arsehole and his time is coming.”

“I don’t understand, Mal, why the hell are the police taking so long? Everything I’ve given them should have been enough. He should be behind bars. Locked up with the other animals. But instead, he’s out there, doing whatever the hell he wants and hurting even more people.”

She’s right, the evidence that she’s given to Ramirez should have been enough for them to get a warrant for his arrest. He should be behind bars. Something about this shit doesn’t add up and I’m wondering just how much her family knows about the part she’s playing in Harry’s demise?

“Baby, I’ve got a few calls to make. Do not leave this villa.” Something in my gut is screaming at me. Right now, I need to keep her close. “You’re going to have to cancel dinner with your family.”

She must sense the undercurrent of my emotion because she doesn’t even blink. “I’ll call Mum and tell her that I’m not feeling well. It’s not exactly a lie. The past few days, I’ve been feeling off. Mum knows that. It’ll be okay,” she assures me.

The past few days she’s been going to bed early, shattered. As soon as her head hits the pillow she’s out like a light. She also feels rundown and nauseous, no doubt due to the stress she’s under. The sooner this shit is done the bloody better.

“Call your ma, then you get to decide what we do today.” The smile that forms at my words makes me smirk. She’s no longer holding back from me, which is fucking great, but I know that she’s wary that I’m going to hurt her.

I’ve learned that mistake and now, she’s my main priority. It’s fucking funny how time apart can put things into prospective. Being away from her for those three weeks, I realised that I was done pushing her away and pretending that she means nothing. Since I manned the fuck up, she’s quickly become the most important person in my life. I’m an arsehole, I almost lost her.

“Okay.” She places a kiss to the underside of my jaw, before climbing off my lap and moving out of the room. My gaze glued to her phenomenal arse until it’s no longer in view.

I take out my cell and call the number that called me two weeks ago, one that I haven’t heard from since.

“You do realise that it’s the middle of the fucking night here?” he questions, his voice thick with sleep.

“Know that, but what I have to say can’t wait,” I explain, the anger from watching those tapes still present.

“Fuck. What the hell has that asshole done now?”

“There’s footage of both him and Banks, fucking women tied to meat hooks in a warehouse of some sort. Not only are they fucking the women, they’re beating them to death. All three women bled out while being fucked.”

I swallow back the bile that’s creeping up from my gut. Fucking sick bastards. Those women were bleeding from every orifice, because the men fucked them so hard.

“Tell me you’re shitting me?” he hisses, pissed just as I am.

“I may be a fucking arsehole, but I’m not sadistic. Now I have a question, the evidence that the police have so far is more than enough to have those sick fucks in jail. So why the hell are they breathing fresh air?”

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