Page 95 of Dangerous Attraction

"I've got something for you," he says as he pulls his phone from his back pocket.

Frowning, I glance between him and the device in his hands.

Unlocking his phone, he hands it to me. A gasp escapes when I see the image of my ex's beaten, bloody, and bruised face on the screen with a white triangular play button in the middle.

Closing my fingers around the phone, I stare at it for a few moments, then look at Reeve.

"What did you do?" I ask softly.

"Watch the video, Red."

Eyes darting back to the phone, I move to one of the small circular tables in front of the dartboard and lift myself onto one of the stools.

Reeve stands beside me and places his hand on my lower back, then leans down to press a kiss against my temple.

"You deserve some closure," he mutters, then presses play.

Cradling the phone, I watch as Hudson coughs and splutters, blood pouring from his mouth.

Hands are clamped around his arms, keeping him in place, and he squints at the camera through swollen eyes, partially blinded by the bright light in his face.

Hudson draws in a ragged breath, his tongue darting out to sweep across his lips. He hisses when he touches where it's split and bleeding.

"I did it," he chokes out, head swaying slightly as he talks. "I admit, that I, Hudson Cooke, sexually assaulted Beatrix Calloway in March."

The camera moves back slightly just as a fist flies across the screen, bloodied knuckles smashing into the side of his face.

He screams in pain, and if it wasn't for the person holding him to the chair, he would have fallen to the side.

From the lack of tattoos, and the pale skin tone of the hands secured around Hudson's shoulders, I can tell Mouse is the one holding him. And from the blur of tattoos that flashed across the screen, I'm assuming it was Reeve who punched him in the face, meaning Milo must be holding the camera.

"I raped her!" Hudson shouts, making me flinch.

Reeve's arm curls around my shoulders, and he pulls me into his side as he takes the phone from my shaking hands. He holds it in front of me so I can continue watching.

"She begged me to stop, and I didn't. Then I made the video. I cut out most of the parts from when she was awake, clipping the rest together, and then I sent it around to everyone we knew."

Mouse's fingers dig into the skin of Hudson's upper arms, and he squeals, thrashing against the hold he's in.

A gun comes into view, and I gulp as I watch the barrel getting pressed against Hudson's temple.

He goes still, chin trembling.

I watch in anticipation as Reeve flicks the safety off and Hudson's eyes go wide—well, as wide as they can with how bloodshot and swollen they are.

"Fuck. I'm sorry! I'm so fucking sorry! Please, stop."

Finger on the trigger, Reeve adds more pressure and digs the gun into the side of Hudson's head.

"Stop? You want me to stop?"

Reeve's dark voice flows out from the speaker, sending a cold shiver down my spine.

"Please!" Hudson whimpers. "I'm sorry."

"You didn't listen when Trix begged you to stop, so why should I listen to you?"

My ex sobs, tears now streaming down his face.