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“What’s he doing?”Charlotte asked in a whisper.
“Nerd shit.”
She smelled so good, and Gashfisted his hands to stop himself from reaching out to her.What wasit about Charlotte that made himwant to touch?To caress?Tofuck?
Shit, she was driving him crazy withthe need to fuck her.
He wasn’t some damn stupid adolescent boywho’d never known a fucking cunt.
Running a hand down his face, he heldin a groan as his cock thickened when Whizz whistled.
“Well, fuck me,” Whizzsaid.
Looking up at the screen, Gashfrowned.“What is that?”
“It’s the owner of the apartment.It wasn’t in Rebecca’s name, but whoever that man is, he wanted itkept secret.”
Gash stared at the photograph of theman, and something seemed oddly familiar about him, but again, hecouldn’t figure out what.
“Who is it?”he asked, thenlooked toward Charlotte.“Do you recognize him?”
“Not a clue.”
Whizz did some clicking.“Thisused to be Rebecca’s apartment.It’s registered to Rebecca andJeff, and there is the signature of the deed.The date here is just before thesupposed murder and rape, so they didn’t own this for long beforeyou were arrested, Gash.”
Charlotte moved in closer to thescreen.“Enhance his face.”
Whizz zoomed in and clarified thepicture.“That’s Jeff.”
“That’s notJeff.”
“I’m telling you that isJeff.”She pointed at his eyes.“I won’t ever forget those eyes.Doyou have an old image of Jeff?”
Whizz nodded, clicking away onceagain.He did some kind of scan, and there it was, a perfect match.“There are some things people can’t handle, and having your eyeschanged, clearly was one of his.”
“Do a complete backgroundcheck on him,” Gash said.
“Well this man is not Jeffanymore.”Whizz started pulling up bits of data.“Look, this isgoing to take me some time to get everything—”
“Just give me a name, andan address.I can do everything else,” Gash said.
“And go in with half theinformation, and get shot the shit out of?”Whizz asked.
“Four years I’vewaited.”
Whizz slammed his keyboard down andstormed up to Gash.“You spent five years in fucking prison.Boofucking hoo, you had three square meals a day, and out of the fivefucking years, I bet you didn’t have to fight every single one ofthose days.I was trapped, caged up, and fucking tortured forhours.I was taken, Gash.I know that pain.If you think I’m makingyou wait on purpose, then find someone else.I don’t know you fromway back then.I know you now, as my club brother, and a man I’ddie for.Give me the night to get every fucking thing you need soyou don’t get yourself and Charlie killed.”
“I’m going to leave you twoalone.”Charlotte left the room, closing the door behindher.
The moment the door closed, Whizz wrappedhis fingers around Gash’s neck, and threw him up against the wall.“I was repeatedly raped.My ass ripped open, and I was helpless tofight.Don’t let me make a mistake, and let you walk into the samekind of hell.This is what I do, but it takes fucking time.”Therewas a darkness, a pain, and a helplessness inside his eyes thatmade Gash relent.
“Fine.”
“You and Charlotte can stay thenight.I’ll work through the night to make sure you’re ready toleave.”
“You don’t have to dothat.”
“I want to dothat.”