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The woman’s still screeching at this point. I turn to her.

“Get the fuck out or you’re next.”

Her eyes widen and she takes me in. Then all the guys. All of whom JR has yet to acknowledge. She swallows and runs into the bedroom, coming out less than a minute later haphazardly dressed. JR is still on the floor, writhing in pain. That felt good. I should have done it years ago. Doc heads into the kitchen. I hear him rummaging around. He comes back with a big bag of frozen peas, which he tosses next to JR.

“You’ll need those.”

His gruff voice penetrates the fog surrounding JR, who for the first time, looks around and sees the giant, tattooed men in his condo. He sits up, grabbing the peas, he holds them to his junk. “What the hell is going on? I’m going to call the police and have you all arrested.”

“You’ll have to get to a phone first,” I snarl. “Why did you send the girls to Storyville?”

He shakes his head looking confused.

“I didn’t send the girls anywhere. They were supposed to stay in while I went to a fundraiser.”

“You were supposed to spend the entire weekend with them. No business, no bimbos. I mean God, JR, what were you thinking introducing your skanks to our daughters when we were still married?”

I pulled Lucia’s phone out of my pocket, unlock it and pull up the text JR sent. I toss the phone at him. He misses it and it hits his nuts.

“What’s this?” he demands.

“A text from you telling the girls where the rave is.”

“I did not send this text.”

“Where’s your phone?”

“On my nightstand.”

Chapter 19

Wizard

Iwatch Charlie head down the hall and go into the door the asshat came out of earlier. A few moments later, she comes out with a phone and pushes it at JR.

“Unlock it.”

“Why should I?”

“Because I’ll kick you in the nuts so hard you’ll sing soprano if you don’t,” she says.

“What makes you think I won’t press charges?” He growls.

“What makes you think I won’t throw your ass to the gators? You put our daughters at risk. Now open the damn phone and prove you didn’t send the text.”

“Fine.”

He unlocks the phone and hands it to her. I look over her shoulder as she goes through the texts.

“I don’t see it. Could he have erased it?”

“Let me see the phone, Spitfire.”

She hands it to me.

“Hey that’s mine,” JR protests.

I ignore him and start tapping. A few minutes later, I hand her the phone back.