do every night at The Pit any different from what's being shown on these websites?"
Derek let out the breath he'd been holding. "It's not. That's why the websites are a dead end. We aren't here because Davenport runs a sex business, Lukus. We're here because on the side, he likes to terrorize innocent and unwilling victims." When Lukus tried to get a word in, Derek held his hand up and shut him down. "Stop. Don't make the same mistake my brother is making. You have to separate what is happening in the warehouse from the mix. We both know the bastard is hiding behind his legitimate businesses. We just haven't dug deep enough yet to find out how to hurt him where it counts."
Lukus decided it was pointless to argue with his friend. A few months ago, everything would have been so black and white. Now, loving a BDSM novice who had grown up in a conservative vanilla family, Lukus found himself questioning things he hadn't given a second thought about before meeting Tiffany.
Derek slapped him on the back. "Let it go. You're a good man. You're not Jake Davenport. I'm going to the grocery store to stock up on some staples. If we're going to have all four of us camped out here, we're gonna need supplies."
"Later."
The house seemed too quiet once Lukus was alone. It gave him too much time to think—to worry about the best way to keep Tiffany safe. He'd already asked Markus and Brianna to move in at the loft while he and Derek were out of town. The girls were begrudgingly on lockdown there with Rachel. While they'd balked at first about not being allowed to go in to The Beauty Box for a few days, now they were settling in as if they were having one long slumber party.
He couldn't stop the grin from coming to his face at the memory of saying goodbye to Tiffany the night before. She was like a drug to him. He'd never get enough of her. Even knowing the three women were probably busy maxing out his credit card, online shopping for Rachel and Derek's baby or Tiffany and Lukus's upcoming wedding, he couldn't be happier.
Well, that's not true. Having Jake Davenport dead or behind bars would make me pretty fucking happy.
As much as he hated it, there was one person in Chicago Lukus still needed to bring up to speed on the danger Brianna and Tiffany were in. He reached for his phone, scrolling through his contacts until he found the name he was looking for and pressing 'call' before he could second-guess himself.
The man on the other end of the phone obviously had Lukus's number programed in his phone. "You have some nerve calling me after last week."
"Hello to you too, Aiden."
"Don't 'hello' me. What the fuck do you want? Calling to rub it in that you've successfully corrupted my sister? Or to give me shit because she went to lunch with me yesterday?"
Lukus could hear the anger in Tiffany's favorite brother's voice. Clearly Aiden still hadn't come to terms with his sister marrying a Dom who owned a BSDM sex club.
"Listen asshole, I didn't call to argue," Lukus said.
"So why did you call?"
"Do you love your sister, or what?"
"You know I do. Why else would I be so anxious to get her out of your clutches?"
"Can we set our differences aside for five fucking minutes? I have something important I need to talk to you about."
"More important than saving my sister from being corrupted by you?" Aiden spat.
"How about life and death important? Tiffany's in danger. I thought you might want to help protect her, but you know what, if you're too busy worrying about me corrupting her moral fiber to keep her alive, I'll let you go."
"Wait... danger? What the fuck?"
"Do you remember a guy named Jake Davenport?"
Aiden hesitated for the first time in the conversation. "That name sounds familiar.... but... wait... didn't he date Brianna back before she got married?"
"More like he abused Brianna a few years ago. If you'd get your head out of your ass, you'd know that Jake has been threatening both Brianna and Tiffany for years. So much so that Tiff has nightmares."
"How would you know?" Aiden asked.
"Are you that naïve? Because she wakes up screaming in her sleep, dreaming that he was caning her until she bleeds."
"Why would she think that? That bastard hasn't hurt her, has he?"
"I'm not sure she'd want me to tell you everything.