Page 65 of Wrath

“And?”

“I found something really bad, Wrath," Mia revealed, her voice quivering slightly. “Like really, really bad.”

My mind started to race with possibilities, but I had no clue what an artistic photographer would have on his computer that would upset Mia. Figuring it was some hardcore pornography, “What exactly did you find?"

She took a deep breath before continuing, her words pouring out rapidly. "I found a folder labeled Date Night in his Dropbox, and when I opened it, I found all these images of women, but these aren’t the kind of pictures he normally takes. They’re very explicit.”

“Are you sure they’re his?”

“Well, they’re on his computer.” Her voice trembled as she told me, “Wrath, the women... look like they’ve been drugged. They could barely look in the camera. Oh, they’re just awful. Hold on. I’ll send you a screenshot.”

I waited a moment for the image to come through, and when it did, I knew right away that this dude was up to no good. The thin blonde was wearing nothing but a bra and a pair of panties, and she could barely keep her eyes open. “Damn.”

“Yeah, I know. They make my stomach turn just looking at them.”

“You gotta wonder why he would leave his computer lying around like that if he had that kind of shit on it.”

“Well, it was his personal computer, so...”

“How’d you get your hands on that?”

“I guess he took the wrong one or left this one behind by mistake. Or maybe he thought his silly password would protect him... Or maybe, just maybe, it’s a good sign that he left it here.” She sounded heartbroken as she muttered, “I know him. He wouldn’t do something like this... Something isn’t right.”

“Know him or not, you need to get your shit and get the hell out of there.”

She sounded on the verge of tears as she told me, “What do you think all this is? Do you think he’s done something to these women?”

“I don’t know, but we can figure it out later.”

She wasn’t listening to me.

She was stuck in disbelief. I got it. She didn’t want to think that her boss was up to no good, but clearly, there was something going on with him. Either way, I wasn’t going to take any chances, so I turned to Torch and said, “See if there are any prospects close to Mia’s office and send them over to keep an eye on her.”

“You got it.”

Torch took out his phone and started making calls. Mia seemed oblivious to the danger she could’ve been in as she said, “You didn’t have to do that. I’m about to leave.”

“Good. The sooner, the better.”

“I’m taking the laptop with me. Maybe Wyatt can figure this thing out.”

“I’m sure he can.”

“I really hope Garrett ’s not involved in something he shouldn’t be.”

“Me, too.”

“I’ll call you when I get to the clubhouse.”

“Sounds good.”

I ended the call, then slammed my palm into the steering wheel. Torch gave me a second to collect myself, then announced, “Riley and Cody are at the diner across the street. They’re on their way over.”

“Good.”

I wanted to cover all my bases, so I sent Stitch a message to call me and did the same with Cotton. Once I was done, Torch looked over to me and asked, “So, what the fuck is going on?”

“Not sure.” I pulled up the image Mia had sent, then showed it to Torch. “She just found this on her boss’s computer.”

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