“So if this surveillance tape was one of the only ones from this drug bust, how the hell did the congressman’s people miss it?” Conway asked.
“Let’s just say that Big Jay has some serious connections, both legal and illegal.” Conway smirked.
“You mean black market shit?” Lincoln asked.
“Even better. He made some calls, met with some informants, and then by chance got a hold of this guy whose brother in law worked at the location where this drug operation and sex slave business was being run. On top of this tape. There are others. The congressman liked to be videotaped while he did the down and dirty.”
“Do you mean like during sex? When he killed those women?” Lincoln asked, appearing disgusted.
“Not the killings from the casino that J.J. was at. No, the videos are just him getting off on the crazy sex he had with these women. The fact that he knew they were sex slaves, restrained against their will, and also seemed to be fronting some money for the masterminds behind the sex slave business, I’d say the congressman is up shit creek,” Calder stated.
“Is Big Jay getting those tapes?” Conway asked, appearing very serious.
“He sure as shit is. I got five downloaded and copied right now, and there are more,” Calder added.
“The sick fuck. When we present this case, and hand over this evidence to the correct people, we’d better be sure to have copies of everything. We can’t risk a fuck up,” Lincoln added.
“Back up a little bit. Are you sure about the sex slave business? In the casino, it was more like a prostitution ring. What gives?” Conway asked, sitting forward in his seat.
Calder nodded his head. “The casino was definitely offering prostitution. It seems that Dooley had a sick fetish about hurting women and causing them pain. He wanted to take lives, probably to feel more powerful than anyone else. He paid for those women in the casino to play a role, and he got carried away. I think when he did, he wanted more. He thought nothing of taking those women’s lives,” Calder told them.
“That sick bastard. I hate him. I really fucking hate that guy,” Lincoln said.
“Join the club. Now, Calder, how does this coincide with that video from Big Jay? How did the congressman get to this point of not being satisfied with the kinky sex and move on to murder?” Conway asked.
“Well, here is my thought on the whole thing. I think he started off doing this other stuff, like this sex slave business and drug production, to help feed his adrenaline rush. Being high profile, it probably excited him, like most sexual sadists, to get away with this stuff right under the radar.”
“Yeah, and if his bodyguards knew about his extracurricular activities, then they would go down, too,” Lincoln added.
“They sure as shit would and we’ve got their names. We’ve got everyone who would be in the vicinity of Dooley at all times. They’ll get theirs too. But what I think started it all was this video. He apparently was into the sex slave business, hence the recording we have of him raping and assaulting these female victims in Nevada. That night that the raid happened and the three officers were killed along with some women was captured on this tape. This tape alone can put Dooley away for a long fucking time. But there’s more. Big Jay and Sandman are sending us files, with surveillance pictures and physical evidence that Dooley was involved with not one, but three illegal sex slave businesses, as well as his own little fetish of raping and killing women,” Conway stated.
“What?” J.J. asked as she and Brook stood in the entryway. Brook was holding her hand and had his other hand on his shoulder as he stood behind her.
Calder thought they both looked happy and content. But this new information and this video were intense. He was thinking that perhaps Conway should see it and then decide if J.J. should. Calder was feeling overprotective of her.
“Hey, there you two are. We didn’t know where you went off to,” Conway said.
J.J. placed her hands on her hips and gave Conway a look.
“Sure you didn’t. You know where I am all the time,” she replied.
Conway curled his finger for her to come closer. She did without hesitation and that made Calder smile. One look at Brook and Lincoln, and they were smiling, too.
Conway pulled her between his opened thighs and placed his hands on her ass. He squeezed and she grabbed on to his shoulders.
“Don’t get all sassy with me. Come down here and kiss me,” Conway commanded.
She bent down and kissed him and he pulled her into his arms. When he was through kissing her thoroughly he smiled up at her.
“Enjoy making love in the workshop?”
Her cheeks blushed as she turned away and gave him a light smack to his shoulder.
He tapped her ass as she stood up only for Lincoln to wrap an arm around her waist and pull her against him. He kissed her next and then held her in front of him as Calder smiled.
“I’ll get mine later. Right now, we have some updates for you,” Calder told her.
“Updates?” she asked, stepping from Lincoln’s hold.
“Yeah. Friends of ours have been very helpful in gathering some evidence that’s been buried by the congressman. Calder just got a video of one of the sex slave operations the congressman was involved in.”
“I think we should look it over first before she sees it, Conway. I don’t know what’s on it,” Calder lied. He’d already seen the video and the murder of three officers trying to save their team’s lives and the lives of the victims.
“Hey, I don’t need to be censored here. I’ve seen my share of heavy shit, Calder. I can handle it.”
He raised one eyebrow at her and she raised hers back.
“One spanking coming up,” he whispered. Her cheeks flushed and she stepped back, only for Lincoln to wrap her into his arms again.
“I’m in on that. She could use a nice spanking and then a good, long, hard fucking,” Lincoln whispered against her neck as he thrust his hips against her ass.
The others chuckled.
Calder locked gazes with her. “Later,” he promised and she swallowed hard.
* * * *
J.J. couldn’t believe it, but she was aroused and hungry all over again. Calder had such a way about him, with his authoritative, take-no-shit attitude. She loved it. And then there was Lincoln. Naughty, dirty talking, tattoo-covered Lincoln. Holy shit, did he wet my pussy.
She felt like a walking sex goddess. Like she could grab any one of them when she wanted, rip off their clothes, and have her way with them. She wanted to now. Right now in this cramped little space of a surveillance room with four large men and her.
It was so damn hard to concentrate on Conway’s words as he explained what they had been up to. It wasn’t until Calder mentioned the video that their friend Big Jay had scrounged up for them that she refocused. Something about the description of a crime scene, a drug bust, Congressman Dooley covering it up, and the murder of three cops. A cop killer, too? The congressman had no limitations.
It got her blood boiling and her heart racing. Then she saw the scene unfold on the computer screen. It was when she saw the sign, outside of the building in Nevada, that she nearly gasped aloud.
It can’t be. Oh, God, please don’t let it be. Oh, God, please.
She felt herself grip the chair she was sitting in. She glanced at the others. They were all watching the screen, all on edge as they knew the end result was three dead cops, some innocent female victims of the sex slave business, and countless others injured. She saw Dooley, and the sight of him made her shake. Someone placed their hand on her shoulder.
She turned quickly to the right. It was Conway. They locked gazes and his expression was firm, yet comforting.
She heard Dooley’s words. “Kill them. Get rid of who you can, and burn the rest of it. Now,” he ordered.
“But there are cops, too,” the guy, she didn’t recognize stated.
“Kill them. Who gives a fuck.”
She covered her mouth with her hand.
She held her breath as the video continued. “This is kind of intense right here. You can see the guys come out and take out the three cops. They never knew what hit them,” Calder stated, as he looked at J.J.
“Maybe you shouldn’t watch this,” he suggested to her.
“I’m fine,” she whispered but she wasn’t fine. This was Anthony’s murder. This was how her fiancé had died in the line of duty. Dooley was responsible for it. She knew the name on the sign. Rogers Industrial Park. Flashes of Anthony’s face filtered through her mind. She would never forget his face. What he looked like alive and well.
Why am I watching this? Why? The video is going to show him getting killed. Oh, God.
She watched in horror as Anthony and his team walked right into the trap. Women were screaming for help. They were coming to their aid trying to get to them to save them. He knew there were victims in there and he was doing his job.
She saw them turn, the team of three and another set of four a distance behind them.
She knew it was Anthony. His stance, his body language, even in undercover clothes. The shots rang out. A series of pop, pop, pop filtered through the air. They hit him. He threw himself in front of his men, taking the initial blows, trying to protect them. But the rapid gunfire continued, until all three men were down on the ground and others were yelling and firing back.
Anthony. Oh, God, Anthony, you were so brave. You put yourself in the line of fire to try to save your men. Oh, God. Dooley killed you. Dooley is responsible for all of this.
“Baby? J.J., honey, can you hear me?”
Conway. What am I going to do? How do I explain this to them?
“J.J.?” Calder raised his voice.
She locked gazes with him. He looked so upset, and she realized that the tears were rolling down her cheeks.
“We shouldn’t have let her watch it. Maybe it brought back memories of the incident?” Lincoln stated from the side of her.
“Fuck. She’s not even responding,” Conway stated.
She jumped up.
“I’m okay. I’m okay,” she said and tried to flee the room. She just needed a few moments to organize her thoughts, to face and accept what she’d just seen. There was rage, anger, sadness, regret, and so many different emotions running through her system. She wanted to cry out in agony for her loss. She loved Anthony, but she couldn’t do that, show that in front of these men. Calder, Conway, Lincoln, and Brook would be insulted, upset, or even angry with her. She didn’t know. She was too scared to face it to tell them. Calder grabbed her by her arms and gave her a shake.
“J.J. Snap out of it and talk to us.”
She looked up into his eyes. He was pissed off already.
“I can’t. Not yet. Please. Not yet.”
She hugged him and he hugged her back. She knew she’d probably confused him and she was buying herself time. Time to tell them that she had been engaged to Anthony, had been in love and that he had died. It was him being killed in that video and Dooley was responsible. She felt hatred. So much hatred and disgust for the congressman. She wanted to kill him. With her bare hands, with a gun, with anything she could get her hands on, just make him suffer.
She was crying hard against Calder’s chest, and then he was carrying her out of the room.
It hit her all at once. As Calder sat down on her bed, with her standing between his legs. She looked at the others. All concerned, all angry. And she said the first thing that came to her head.
“I’m going to kill Congressman Dooley. I don’t care if I die in the process. He’s going to die, and I’m going to kill him.”
Chapter 9
Dooley downed another glass of scotch as he stared at the computer screen. They were getting worse. Someone had hacked into all his computer programs, his cell phone, his contacts, and were spreading these pictures of him and words accusing him of rape, murder, and being a cop killer. They were popping up everywhere. People were calling him, and his own security team and computer people couldn’t figure it out.
He felt the warm liquid burn down his throat. He was done, finished, and it was all that little bitch’s fault. Where the fuck was she hiding out? Who was helping her to do this to him? If they knew about the video tapes, and they knew about the murders and had evidence, how could he stop them?
He was shaking with anger. He couldn’t even call the McCues. They were picked up by a group of CIA agents, none of which were loyal to Dooley, and they were being charged with numerous crimes, including prostitution. He was next. At any moment they were going to come to that door and take him away. All his crimes, all his pleasure would become public record. If that bitch thought she was going to get the last laugh, she was wrong. Dead fucking wrong.
He picked up the phone and made the call.
“Do it. Take Reynolds out. This is the last thing I’ll ask of you.” He didn’t listen to anything else. His guy would handle it. He’d kill Reynolds and leave that bitch with nothing, no one. See how she liked that.
* * * *
“She clammed up. She won’t talk to any of us. What the fuck is going through her head?” Lincoln asked as he paced the kitchen. Brook was making a pot of coffee. It was just giving him something to do.
“Something isn’t right. It was a difficult video to watch, but she seemed so intense and emotional over it. Was it just because Dooley was responsible? Was it because of her loyalty as a police officer? What?” Lincoln asked.
“Let Conway figure it out with her. We’ve got more bad news, and considering how J.J. feels about Reynolds, she might just lose it,” Calder stated as he stood in the doorway. His hands were on his hips and Brook thought he looked really upset.
“What is it?” Brook asked.
“Yeah, what the fuck now?” Lincoln asked.
“Reynolds was shot outside of the police department. They don’t know if he’s going to make it,” Calder told them.
“Oh, fuck,” Brook said then looked toward the bedroom.
This was a nightmare in itself.
* * * *
“So you’re going to sit there and not fucking talk to us?” Conway asked J.J. as she sat on the small windowsill and looked out toward the fields.
“I said I needed a little bit of time. There are a lot of crazy thoughts going through my head. There are things I need to tell you. I’m just trying to digest everything.”
“Well, fucking digest it faster. I’m about this close to throwing you over my knees and spanking that ass. You don’t know how to take an order for shit. How fucking long do you think we’ll wait before we lose our fucking patience?
She glared at him.
“Sounds to me like you’ve already lost your patience.”
He stepped closer.
“Tell me why you reacted the way to did to that video. What have you not told us about this case, your life, and what’s going on? God damn it, J.J., we care about you, but you’re making this very difficult.”
“Conway, have you ever been in love?” she asked him and he was shocked. He blinked at her, felt his heart racing. She was fucking serious.
“No. I served too many tours in the military to commit to someone like that.”
She looked at him with her hands clasped on her lap and her shoulders pushed back as if she needed that for confidence.
“How about you?” he asked, as he walked closer.
“Yes. I was engaged to get married,” she said, and absently ran her fingers over her bare fingers where perhaps an engagement ring once sat. He didn’t know how he felt about that. He knew he cared for her a lot. Hell, if he wasn’t such a hardheaded bastard, he’d admit that he loved her right now.
“You were?” She nodded.
“What happened?” he asked, placing his hand on his hip as he stood right in front of her.
“He died.”
“Ah, hell.”
“Yeah, in the line of duty,” she said, and then wiped her eyes before another tear could fall.
“Shit, baby,
no wonder it was so difficult to watch that video,” he said and then placed his hand on her shoulder.
She stood up, causing his hand to drop. She shook her head.
“His name was Anthony. He was my training coordinator, my commander for undercover work.”
“How did it happen? How’d he die?” he asked her. Conway stared at her face. She tried to be strong as she stood there and her lip quivered despite her attempt to bite it from moving.
She locked gazes with him, as the tears poured from her eyes.
“You saw the video. That’s how he died.” She tried to muffle the cry but she couldn’t, as he put two and two together.
He grabbed her by her shoulder to face him.
“That video we watched, Anthony was one of the officers killed?” he asked and she nodded her head.
“Oh, God,” Conway heard from the doorway as he pulled J.J. into his arms and hugged her tight, while Calder, Lincoln, and Brook entered.
Conway was shocked. He was furious, he was numb, and all he could do was hold her as she cried. He couldn’t even imagine what this was like for her. When was the pain going to end? When would she no longer suffer from any of this?
“I’ve got you, baby. God, I’ve got you,” he said and then lifted her up and carried her to the bed. They lay down together, and he held her against his chest as he caressed her back. The others joined them, eyeing him with concern and lots of different emotions in their eyes.
Conway felt responsible. He should have found out more about that video and who was on there.
J.J. pulled back.
“I’m so sorry. I don’t mean to cry. I’m not a crier,” she stated as she wiped her eyes and tried to sit up. He pulled her back against him.
“Baby, don’t be foolish. This is a terrible, scary situation. You’ve been through so much and then we just made things worse for you. My God, I’m sorry, J.J. So sorry,” he said and then hugged her again, as he caressed her hair.
He felt her lips against his neck. She was kissing him, sucking along his skin, and then she climbed on top of him. She held his gaze as she sat above him. Eyes watering and red lip quivering.
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