Chapter Twenty-Three
Rebecca and Tom watched the news coverage on a bank of televisions in his tangled office. He grinned as his eyes flipped from one TV to another, watching the chaos unfold. Rebecca’s jaw dropped when the porn video started and the cameramen at the scene were too slow to turn away, thus broadcasting live smut into the homes of their viewers and their children and grandmas. It was perfect.
“I know that video was your doing,” she said to Tom. “How’d you get it?”
He looked at her throat area for a minute, like he might be a vampire, and grinned some more.
Then he explained.
“After the slimy bastard r***d my daughter, I knew I had to do something to take him out,” Tom said, the grin fading from his face. “He was too powerful to fight fair, so this was the answer.”
Tom
