Page 15 of Bind Me, Sir

While I would have loved the chance to find out if her words were true, I had other things to worry about—a wayward sister and the intervention I expected she would hate me for, even though I had her best interests at heart.

Chapter Seven

Jordan

For two long weeks, memories of Natalie and her generous curves haunted me. Both my dreams and my daytime fantasies. I jerked off more than usual. Second guessed my “no” stance on relationships. Talked myself into pursuing Lily’s secretary then talked myself right back out with memories of past heartache slamming my brain.

I didn’t ask Adam about her, but I found myself browsing the fake identity social media accounts I kept to keep in contact with close friends and family back across the pond. The sister Natalie set aside her life for lived a very loud one of her own. Parties, men, and inappropriate selfies—all before the age of eighteen. The girl needed to have her ass beat with a switch, a good old fashioned spanking to set her head on straight. Hell, a flogger would be even better.

But, she had to want that change in order for any true progress to be made.

A few of Luna’s pictures included Natalie in the background, her pursed lips and sad eyes evidence of how she felt about her sister’s lifestyle and poor choices. I had no siblings and couldn’t understand the need to protect, but I understood the responsibility placed upon her shoulders as caretaker.

My father had entrusted his life’s work to me when I’d turned twenty-one, his trust being what forced me to grow up into the man I knew he wanted me to be. The desire to please him, to make him proud had worked for me, but the selfishness Luna Perez portrayed made me think a mere talking to would never lead her in the way she ought to go.

I assumed Natalie had tried dozens of times.

I studied the two photos including Natalie once more, wondering how similar the two women were beyond their pretty faces. Did they share a selfish nature? I didn’t expect they did, but if I offered Natalie the money to put her sister where she obviously needed to be, would she latch onto me like a leach? Would she climb me like a panda and attempt to strip my branches bare like every woman in my past had done?

Heaving a heavy sigh, I set aside my cell and turned my focus on Mr. Scorzelli’s file and the dirt one of my men had dug up from the retesting we’d done of his system. It appeared our client had some shady dealings of his own, syphoning money off the investments he made off his clients—most of who had already left due to their personal information being seized by an outside hacker.

Evidence in black and white numbers before me, I picked up my phone and dialed a friend of ours with the FBI. We’d met when a disgruntled ex-client of ours tried to press charges against JAG for hacking into their system—which the fucking asshole had paid us to do in order to find the weaknesses, the backdoors real hackers might use to access his data.

The following in-depth investigation had cleared us of all charges, landed the asshole in jail for extortion, and gained JAG a good friend who had a kinky side of his own. Rian Thomas might not have been with the three of us since college, but I called him brother, same as Adam and Garret.

“My lord,” he answered the phone with a fake-ass British accent.

I grinned even though I wasn’t in the mood to joke. “Got something you might find interesting, Rian,” I said, flipping to the second page of evidence that would land the cheating bastard in heat enough he didn’t stand a chance of escaping bankruptcy—and probably jail time.

“You tattling again?”

“If it puts assholes stealing money from unsuspecting innocents away, then yes.”

“Whatcha got?” He turned all business, voice stern.

“Scorzelli.”

“The investor in the news?”

“One and the same.”

“You drudged up some dirt on that fucker, didn’t you?”

“Legally,” I said what I knew he would want to hear. “I’ve got the contract to show we’d been given permission to test his system. Thoroughly.”

“Did he give you permission to access personal information?”

“No, but if he leaves it lying around cyberspace, unprotected...”

“Whatcha got?”

“This is my official anonymous tip—same as the other two—which helped you and your team put other assholes behind bars.”

“You’re a regular Robin Hood,” he muttered, and I found another grin wanting to escape.

“Just an honest man who hates to see others being taken advantage of.”

“Send the goods over and my team will look into it.”

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