“I wasn’t going to leave you alone with him. Digger doesn’t mind sharing,” he confirmed that he would have raped her that night.
“He doesn’t?” she asked, trying to stay on track.
“No, I would have made sure he treated you good. You would have had a time you would have never forgotten.” Vida just bet she wouldn’t have forgotten; being raped by two men at the same time tended to have that effect. He sickened her by believing she would have enjoyed the experience.
Vida moved closer, straddling his lap without giving him her weight. Wiggling and twisting above his lap, she forced herself to rub her breasts against his chest, heightening his desire.
“I don’t understand why he took me in the first place,” Vida probed.
“He hate’s King.”
Vida almost stopped her lap dance.
“What do I have to do with King?”
“Both you and Sawyer are under King’s protection. Everyone knows that the only one King ever extended that protection to was his sister, and he dismembered the man that was responsible for her death. Every shithead in town was afraid to mess with you and Sawyer. Digger wasn’t, he hates King, wanted to make King get mad enough to make a mistake and take him out.”
Vida let a tiny amount of her weight drop down on his crotch. “Sawyer’s disappearance and mine both show that we didn’t mean anything to him. He ignored the situation until I asked for his help, and he hasn’t gone crazy trying to go after Digger.”
Briggs grabbed her hips, trying to force more of her weight down on him. Vida could see he was practically grinding his teeth in his desire for more of her.
“Digger was surprised. When he took Sawyer, he messed her up trying to find out her connection to King, but she didn’t know anything. The only thing she came up with was she remembered an incident when you were kids and King had been going to see someone in the building you lived in. He had stopped to talk to you girls, but she didn’t remember what it was about. I’m not surprised Digger had her so high she could barely remember her name.”
If Vida had a gun, she would shoot him and not mind spending the rest of her life in prison. She was sure Colton and Sawyer would visit her. Vida didn’t remember King ever talking to them when they were little, however Sawyer was older than her and would have a better memory.
Vida knew a way to get even and spend no time in prison herself. Determined, she let more of her weight fall against his crotch, grinding herself against him, trying not to shudder in disgust.
“I don’t know why Digger cares about King. He is obviously the smarter one. I was looking forward to partying with him,” Vida lied, rising up from Briggs’s lap as he tried to arch his hips against her.
“He is; no one can touch him. He has women all over the place, even movie stars and musicians call for him to provide him with entertainment,” Briggs bragged drunkenly.
“Movie stars? Musicians? Do you mean Rock stars?” Vida asked in an awestruck voice.
“We charge a fucking fortune to provide them with a fuck that won’t go running to the tabloids to sell their story.”
“How can you stop them from talking?” Vida questioned.
“Digger sells them with the others when the star is done with her. The men don’t care; they just want their own personal little sex slave. They disappear, never to be heard from again. Their buyers make sure of that.” Vida shivered at Briggs’s smug face.
The idiot was bragging, not caring that he was telling her that Digger had the same fate in store for her if Colton hadn’t rescued her. They were freaking psycho’s. Suddenly, Vida remembered something from her introductory psychology course she had to take in college. Psychopaths couldn’t understand or care that their victims suffered pain, but pain to them was excruciating.
“But how can he keep all these women and no one knows? I imagine it has to be pretty isolated where no one can see or hear anything.” Vida tried to gather more information, not sure how much longer she could tolerate being this close to the monster.
Briggs almost came to his senses, his ingrained fear of Digger fighting the haze that alcohol and drugs had enveloped his senses in. Vida, seeing reason momentarily return to his beady little eyes, began rubbing herself faster against him. Leaning forward, her fingertips traced the sensitive veins in his neck that were standing out.
When he didn’t answer, Vida’s hips rose an inch from his and she pulled her breasts away, removing her hands from underneath his shirt.
“Don’t stop,” Briggs begged. “He has several locations. It’s like a fucking bus station; he moves them from one location to the next. They all are isolated houses, except for the one here in town.”