Bulletproof Heart

(Bert's POV)

Frankie's eyes widened as the illicit images played before our eyes. Anyone who would carry around videos or pics like this is very brave and very stupid. Mostly stupid. Maybe they didn't know it, but owning this was a deathwish. As the homemade porn played, we watched M. Shadows on his knees surrounded by 3 girls. He was in between 2 columns, so he could hold keep balance but the camera was at an angle from the side. It was obvious they knew they were being recorded, but you couldn't tell if Lindsay was the one behind the camera. A blonde woman was on her knees as well, giving him a blow job. Another blonde stood to the side of the first, kissing him sloppily. A brunette knelt behind him holding something in her hand. Her body mostly blocked it, but you could tell it was a dildo. These women were all married to prominent drug cartel bosses.


"Bert." Mike's voice was hushed and almost reverential. "Do you, do y-you, you...?"


"Yeah, Mike. I do. I know exactly what this means."


"Um, well, I don't. Could someone please explain it to me? I mean, you don't have to explain what they're doing. I understand that. I got the whole "birds and bees" talk as a kid. But I have a feeling the significance of these photos goes further than the fact than this dude is getting it on with a few chicks." I took a deep, uneven breath in a failed attempt to calm myself.


"That man is our boss." Frankie's eyes widened a bit. "And the most powerful man in this area, criminal or otherwise. He owns some of the police, of few judges and local politicians. Those women are all wives of important men, but those men are with different important, powerful guys. Men who would do a lot to keep this under wraps. Every one of those men are dangerous. They are the type of men to retaliate forcefullly against the man and woman responsible for bringing him shame like this...and maybe breaking his heart? The wrath we need to worry about is the person who took that photo, because if it's not Lindsay and I'm pretty sure it isnt, we have someone freaking out right now because they're missing these pics. Pretty much anyone in the pictures would kill or hire a hit to get these pics back so you see ...(deep breath) as long as we have this girl, we have someone who knows we have these pictures in our possession. The's are pwoeful but use them wrong...." Frankie nodded. she was a smart girl. she might even have some ideas eventually. We went back to the phone. Only a few photos left, but all I could think about with Lindsay.


"I'm teaching this bitch a lesson. She needs a taste of her own medicine. I know I don't sound very threatening right now all tied up but I'm tougher than I look.” The guys chuckled. “I am. Honestly, I've broken more noses than I can count, cuz they were being disrespectful to me and my.... figure.” The laughing stopped abruptly. “Maybe 25 noses?” I was met with the shocked looks I was going for.



“Really did I break that many noses? Or did I really get assaulted that many times? Yes to both. As you can see, I'm a small girl. Boys have always seen me as an easy target because they think I'm weak. My father made sure I knew how to protect myselt. I only punch someone if they grope me. There's just now excuse for that. You would think that guys would treat me with more respect considering who my father was. But many of them saw it as a twisted was to get to him.” I shook my head to try and banish the memories. Bert was staring off at the wall thinking about something. Mike had gone back to searching the pictures and it paid off.


“Here's one with Lindsay actually in it. Come look. Bert, Frankie, do you know who this guy is?” We shook our heads. A middle aged man with salt and pepper grey hair on carpet, buried deep inside Lindsay. If this guy was anybody important, and I'm thinking he must be or she wouldn't be screw him or photographing it.


“Omg, Omg, Omg, I can't believe this is real. Maybe I can just send this to my mom. Yeah, that's what I'll do. Unless, she thinks its a fake...”


“Frankie!” I hated shouting at her but she was wigging out. “You're freaking out. Who is in the picture with Lindsay that made you got postal?”


“That shadows guy fucking my step dad”

Notes

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