Page 136 of Mad As Hell

I placed my hand over his. “Yes, we do. If there is something that can help us…”

“And if it’s more of the same?”

I flinched.

Ryan grimaced and started to shake his head. “See? I don’t want her shit to hurt you any more than it has.”

Ash stood and cleared his throat, watching me. “It’s ready, Mads.”

I drew in a shaky breath. “Do it.”

Ryan hissed out a breath at my side but didn’t fight me on it. He just turned his hand over and laced our fingers together as the first video started on the screen.

Bex squinted and leaned forward. “Is that…”

A smile stole across my face as I watched a preteen Madelaine sing to herself in the mirror of her bedroom. She was good, but her voice cracked on the higher notes.

“I’m Madelaine Cabot,” she announced with a smirk I recognized from when I’d first met her. She blew a kiss to the mirror and turned to the camera.

“I forgot she used to sing like that,” Bex admitted, her voice soft. “She made me watch every singing competition show with her. She was obsessed with them.”

Lainey picked up the camera, and it wobbled as she walked. A door opened, and I noticed the floor of the hallway outside her bedroom. Then the camera was bouncing down the stairs before it stopped abruptly.

The camera lifted, and her wide eyes filled the screen. “Shhh,” she warned, a mischievous smile starting as she crept forward. She flipped the camera, and a large door came into view. It was barely open, but as she moved closer, I could make out voices.

“It’s a fucking relief.”

A shudder rolled down my spine at Gary’s cold voice.

A snort echoed in the room a second later, and then Adam spoke. “You’ve always been a lucky bastard.”

“Don’t I know it.” Gary huffed out a laugh and set down what sounded like a glass. “The stupid cunt was getting greedy, too, so that’s over with.”

I frowned.

“She might’ve been stupid, but she had a great cunt, and an even better mouth.” Adam’s knowing chuckle made my skin crawl.

But it’s what Gary said next that made me gasp aloud.

“Angie wasn’t good for shit except for the gash between her thighs.”

Angie.

Mom.

“Fuck,” Ryan muttered, shooting me a worried look.

“You would´ve thought her pussy would’ve been all stretched out, but it was still so fucking tight every time,” Adam added with a snicker that had my stomach flipping violently.

“I still think you’re crazy for letting her wet your dick for the last five years, but whatever gets your rocks off.” I could hear the smirk in Gary’s words.

A wave of nausea rolled through me.

“She sucked like a fucking hoover and was down for anything as long as I threw in an extra hundred to the check you wrote,” Adam answered in response.

Hold up. Huh?

Check? What check?

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