Page 108 of Such a Good Girl

“The Playhouse. Hoskins needs me there now. I hope this isn’t what I think it is.”

“Another victim?”

“Let’s fucking hope not.”

On my way.

I texted back and headed to the bathroom to wash my face, hoping my swollen eyes weren’t too obvious. I may not have West anymore, but I still had a career to salvage.

When I arrived, the place was buzzing with police activity. The Medical Examiner’s van parked in the alley confirmed my worst fears.

Hoskins waited for me by his car.

“Another victim?” I asked.

“Yep,” he said. “You won’t believe this shit.”

He led me over to the covered body lying in the alley, lifting back the sheet with a flourish.

My eyes widened when I saw Danika’s white smeared face staring back up at me, her eyes bulging, the familiar bruising covering her throat.

“Oh fuck.”

“Oh fuck is right.” The Lieutenant’s voice rang out behind me. “The press is going to be all over this one. So far, we aren’t releasing the identity of this victim, but you can imagine the chaos that will ensue when we do.”

“Lieutenant.”

She looked pissed.

“This has gone on too long. I need a name, Kaylee. You’ve got to have some leads on suspects by now.”

My head spun. I could tell her about West, about the knots. I could tell her about the face paint that everyone in the temple wore. I could tell her about Rian, about how he was with Kajah the night she was murdered.

Deep in my gut, I knew neither of them were involved. Naming them would unleash a storm of suspicion, and I knew that sometimes suspicion was enough to ruin a person’s life. Guilty or not.

I couldn’t do it to either of them.

“I’m close. But I don’t have anyone to name yet.”

I turned and left her there. I knew I was putting my job on the line. But I wasn’t about to ruin the lives of two men without being completely sure.

I’d rather ruin my own first.

An hour later, I walked into the precinct. Now that my cover was blown, there was no need to show up at the club, even if West wanted me there. I’d not heard a peep from him since I’d left him at the cabin in Big Sur. The lonely flight back home was excruciating, but it would have been worse to suffer his silent treatment, or worse, have to listen to him rage about how deeply I’d betrayed him.

When I walked past the conference room, I heard something that made me stop in my tracks. When I looked in, my blood ran cold. On the screen, in front of a group of my colleagues, was a video of me and West, naked.

I wanted to disappear into the carpet.

My colleagues laughed and clapped, unaware I stood behind all of them, while they watched the first time I’d been with West. The night he’d tied me up with the pink ribbon and spanked me. On the screen in front of them, I cried out in ecstasy, my ass turning pinker with each blow of West’s hand.

I thought I’d die right there on the spot.

I had no idea they had cameras in the club, but why wouldn’t they? I should have known. They should have fucking told me, though.

On the screen, West’s fingers disappeared inside of my pussy and I cried out as he fucked me, my body shuddering as I orgasmed.

The men in front of me howled with laughter as they watched my most vulnerable moments. Hoskins was the loudest of them all, crying out and imitating my cries as he mocked me.

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