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Hell, I can see why she picked him to flee the city with, to live with after all this time. He’s stupidly hot and charming in that good ol’ boy way. The kind of guy who stops to help strangers change a tire on the side of the road or returns a dropped wallet. He’s my complete opposite.
That’s why it’s almost hard to hate Jordan for stealing Maddie away when he openly admits that he doesn’t deserve her. I almost feel pity for him for not being brave enough to step out of the closet.
The kid has wasted his life hiding from himself, and now it’s close to the end. It’s a shame really. He’ll be fun to play with, though. I bet his dick has a hair trigger, and I can’t wait to pull it over and over again.
And Maddie has no idea the kid has been lying to her all this time. Just like she was lying to him. It’s almost like a sweet sort of poetic justice.
Back in the camper, I set down the heavy luggage and tell Jordan, “I brought you a friend.”
“What?” the kid says, lifting his neck from the table to watch me open the suitcase and then manhandle the thankfully thin, short, and still unconscious man. He’s gracious enough to not come to until I’ve cut off his clothes, stripped him naked, and tied the last knot around his wrist and ankles that are bound behind his back. God, I love making human pretzels. Only instead of salt, I like to cover them in my cum.
“What…oh god! Please…please let me go!” the bastard shouts making my dick instantly hard. I’m so glad I don’t have to gag him since there’s nobody around us for miles in these woods. I do enjoy the screams.
I bend down and grab a handful of his hair to lift his face. “How many girls and women have you handed over to perverts?”
“None. I don’t…”
“Liar.”
I slam my right fist across his face, wanting his nose to throb like mine did earlier when Jordan busted it.
As he lays there and cries, Jordan asks, “Who the hell is he?”
“Oh, he’s the owner of this creepy little camper.”
“This is his camper?” the kid says, sounding surprised. Lifting his head as much as he can, he eyes go to the row of large metal cages lined up and stacked on top of each other in the back room where a bed would normally be found.
“This set up is sick even to me. I have my own rules I never break—no kids and no one who doesn’t deserve it,” I remark. “When I found out what these fuckers do, well, why do you think I was so happy to kill them?”
“Them?” Jordan asks. “The two men, the PI and his friend, they have something to do with this guy and the cages?”
“Oh, yeah. The PI worked for the scum of the earth. He tracked down people, but not for their loved ones. He was a dirty matchmaker of sorts. Nasty bastards gave him a... type and he would find them.” I kick the man at my feet in his ribs, causing him to wail louder. “His buddy here and the truck driver would then transport the targets for a piece of the pie. And while the pie is usually in the hundreds of thousands of dollars, you couldn’t pay me a billion to do the fucked-up shit they do.”
“What do they do?” the kid asks.
“What do you think they do, Jordan?” He doesn’t answer, so I tell him, “They were tracking Maddie for some motherfucker up in New Jersey who wanted a beautiful girl to ruin. To use.”
Jordan’s head falls back onto the table with a thud. “They’re like human traffickers?”
“Sex traffickers. Most of the men they sell to want young girls to be their fuck dolls. Expensive ones because the rich bastardshave more money than they know what to do with. So, they send the PI hunting for humans to add to their collection.”
“You killed them to save Maddie from being taken and sold by them?” he asks.
“They didn’t know who the fuck she was, or anything about her, until you hired them.”
“Fuck,” he mutters.
“Dante had contacted dozens of PIs across every state searching for Maddie, offering millions just for any information that she was alive. The PI planned to double dip, to sell her to the other guy for twice as much money but give Dante the photos of her to get his big fat payday from him too.”
“Jesus,” Jordan mutters. “I had no idea. I didn't mean to put her in danger; I just wanted to know if someone was searching for her.”
“Have you seen her? Of course someone was searching for her!” I shout at him. “Her father would literally find a way to move mountains to get her back.”
“And you found her and saved her. How?”
“I’ve been following up with every city where a private flight landed the days after she went missing. Talking to the PIs in person rather than on the phone. Shultz acted shady when I asked about her and showed him a photo. He knew more than he was admitting. So, I went to his house that night, grabbed him, took his phone, and found this fucker Ingram, and a whole lot of photos and videos of Maddie taken recently, along with notes on her movements—all in Rockland.”
“So, then you tortured and killed them.”
