Biker-in-law's Death Kiss
I gasped.
But he did respond. He stood up, and walked downstairs.
When he returned, he had his computer in hand. “Take a look at this,” he said, opening the computer.
I stared into the computer, watching a video much worse than what my private investigator had dug up.
“Dean’s got damning videos of many important people, and has them all on a leash.”
I shook my head, moving away from the computer in disgust, “He sends people to get raped and then blackmails their rapists?”
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