Jax
Ipress my nose against Lucia’s hair and inhale her sweet scent until it grounds me. Tuning out the sound of Ed’s sniveling in the background, I listen to her ragged breathing instead. I feel the anger in her and I wish that I could let her smash his face to pieces right now, but I need some more answers first. And there are things I need to say to him that I’d rather she didn’t hear.
“Why don’t you step outside for a few minutes, Luce?” I suggest. “Get some fresh air.”
She looks up, her face pale as she blinks at me. “Okay,” she whispers.
“Good girl,” I kiss the top of her head and watch as she walks out of the door, leaving Ed and I alone.
I give him all of my attention now. “If you want this to be over, I’m gonna need answers and fast, Ed. No more fucking about. What did you do with the videos?”
“I sent them to Foster.”
“How?”
“E-m-mail.”
“And the originals?”
“On my cell phone. In an encrypted cloud folder.”
I pick up his cell phone. “Password?”
“One – one — zero – three – nine – six.”
I type the numbers in and unlock his phone. “And the encrypted folder?”
“It’s the picture of the cat,” he says. “It’s supposed to look inconspicuous.”
I tap on the screen and it asks for a thumbprint. “Gonna need that print, Ed.”
He nods his head, no doubt expecting me to lift the phone to his thumb. Instead, I take my knife from the table, reach up and slice off his thumb before he even knows what’s happening. A second later he’s shrieking in agony again.
“You are the noisiest fucker I’ve ever had the pleasure of torturing. You know that?” I say as I press his thumb onto the phone and the folder opens. There are a number of videos in there.
“Who are in the rest of these?” I ask.
“Me and Shannon,” he sobs.
“She know you took em?”
“No,” he shakes his head.
“You really are a disgusting pile of dog-shit, Ed.”
I put the phone and his bleeding thumb onto the workbench.
“Are there any other copies of those videos of my wife?”
“No. I swear,” he whimpers, blinking as blood from his hand pours down onto his face.
Now that I have what I need, I can finally let some of this rage inside me out. I grab hold of his hair and pull hard, twisting his head so I can look into his eyes. “Did you enjoy watching me fuck my wife, Ed? Did you enjoy watching her come?”
“No,” he wails.
I jerk his head back. “Why not? She’s fucking beautiful. Don’t you think she’s beautiful?”
“No, y-yes,” he snivels, unsure of the correct answer, because there isn’t one.