Free Ripper's Torment by Sam Crescent Page B

yet he
cares. I don’t know. Maybe I’m just sick in the head that watching rich people
being threatened gives me a thrill.” She shrugged her shoulders. He watched her
place the chicken onto an oven plate and drizzle it with oil. Ripper loved deep
fried food but wasn’t prepared for another argument from her lips.
    “They didn’t care enough to stop a pimp like Rob from
hurting you,” Ripper said.
    Judi paused. Her hand started to shake, and she looked
up at him and nodded. “Yeah, they didn’t care at all.”
    “What actually happened?” Ripper asked. They knew she
ended up in Rob’s clutches, but no one knew why. “You don’t have to tell me if
you’re not comfortable.” He wouldn’t hold anything against her.
    “It’s the past. I always try to forget about the
past.” She put the chicken in the oven and turned back to him. Her breasts were
rock hard and caught his attention.
    He heard her blow out a breath.
    “I was an only child, and when my parents died
suddenly in a car crash I ended up living with an aunt. She was a bad person. A
real piece of work so that even my parents didn’t visit her or have anything to
do with her.” She pushed some hair out of her face, looking past his shoulder.
“She hated that I cost her money, and when Rob appeared with one of his whores
in the neighborhood she told him to take me away and that she’d make excuses. I
don’t know what happened to her. When I tried to get away she was already gone.
He caught me, and I learned life was easier not to run and to just do as I was
told. I was with him for over a year and a half before you guys showed up.”
    He saw her shaking.
    Going over to her, he wrapped his arms around her
body, holding her close.
    “What’s your aunt’s name?” he asked.
    She gave him the name, and he put it away for later
use. “I’m sorry. I don’t want you to feel sorry for me. Devil and the Chaos
Bleeds crew came, and I’m here.” She shrugged, smiling. “I’m fine now. The past
is in the past. It can’t hurt me anymore.”
    Ripper was going to make sure it never hurt her again.
    “While you make the salad I’m going to go and make a
call. I just remembered some business. The doors are locked.” He left her alone
going out the back yard toward the pool. Tugging out his cell phone, he checked
to see if he had the number he needed.
    Dialing, he stared at the pool wondering if he could
convince Judi to take a swim with him sometime.
    “What up?” Whizz asked.
    Whizz was the computer genius who rode with The
Skulls. Whoever needed information went to him.
    “I need to find someone, but I don’t want anyone to
know I’m looking.”
    “Oh, covert shit I can do. It’s a piece of piss,”
Whizz said.
    There was laughter and feminine moans in the
background.
    “Quiet down, bitches. I’m working here.” Whizz yelled
in the background. “Sorry, I’m having my own personal fuck-fest party. What can
I do for you?”
    Ripper gave the name. “I want to know where she is.
Don’t tell anyone else what you’re doing. This is personal.”
    “It shouldn’t take me long,” Whizz said.
    “Let me know everything you’ve got when you’re done.”
    “Will do.”
    He hung up looking down at the pool. Minutes later
Judi came out carrying a plate of food. “Dinner is served.”
    When Whizz came through, Ripper was going to take care
of the bitch who’d hurt Judi. The aunt was living on borrowed fucking time, and
he’d take great pleasure in hurting her before he finally killed her.
    ****
    Washing up the dishes, Judi looked out over the front
lawn. The last few hours had been magical. Ripper kept trying to get her to
have a swim, and she refused finally lying and giving him the excuse that she
didn’t have a costume.
    While she did the dishes, cleaning away all of her
mess, he had disappeared upstairs. She didn’t ask him where he was going.
Wiping her hands on the towel she turned around to see Ripper standing with
pieces of string