>>20498777Cassie tended not to bother opening the messages Nikki sent. She was a busy woman, and Nikki’s messages usually consisted of inane memes and links to idiotic kik-kok videos. So when Cassie received a video from Nikki with a video attached, she never gave it a second thought.
But as she watches footage of Lonergan being emasculated by Spirit to the sound of Nikki’s laughter and encouragement, all while nightclub patrons watched on, she could see that specific form of negligence was a mistake. Cassie opens another video, this team featuring Lonergan being woman handled by a blonde in green. Must be Pris-
Cassie freezes as the woman’s face becomes visible. Nikki’s other friend that night wasn’t Priscilla. It was…
“SHEILA FOSTER? IN ME FOOKIN NIGHTCLUB?” Cassie shouts, her Irish accent suddenly becoming more apparent.
Lonergan cowers in the face of Cassie’s rage. “Boss, I’m sorry, I tried to stop her, really I-”
“Shut yer mouth!” Cassie snaps. The sound of flesh hitting flesh rings out as with a swift, sudden motion she backhands the man upside the head. He stumbles back and falls.
“Get up,” Cassie growls, as Lonergan sits on the floor, rubbing his cheek. “You said there were some changes here. Show me.”
Lonergan nods sheepishly before scrambling to his feet, and Cassie follows him as he makes his way toward the large glass elevator that can be used to access various levels of the nightclub.
