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Wiley Bills cursed under his breath as he sat alone in his living room chair staring at the television. The only light in the room was coming from the television. Wiley had no more furniture left to speak of except for the chair he was sitting on. He thought he heard a noise and quickly sat up, "Anyone there?" He called drunkenly. Nothing happened and he slumped back down in his chair.
The second time he heard a noise he knew he wasn't alone, because in addition to the noise he saw two dark figures emerge from the shadows of the room and his heart raced, "Who's there?" He was frozen and couldn't move.
Batista moved forward and picked up the envelope that lay near Wiley Bills' feet. "I see you've been reading your mail," Batista said and he looked at it. It was the paternity test results. "Congratulations, you're a daddy."
Wiley wanted to snatch the paternity report from Batista's hands, but he couldn't. He recognized Batista and Collins from Ethan's ranch. He couldn't easily forget them or that place. "What are you doing here?"
"Didn't you invite us?" Collins asked in a sinister voice, "Oh wait, I think I have you mistaken with someone else."
Wiley Bills was confused about why Batista and Collins would bother to track him down. "I gave you all the information I had about Angelica."
Both of them looked down at him with loathing. "You really thought you knew something about her didn't you."
Wiley was confused and dumbfounded. "What are you talking about?"
Collins laughed darkly. "You make me sick."
Wiley shook his head, "I think there's been a misunderstanding."
"There's no misunderstanding. But you should have stayed off that plane to Reno," Batista observed. "If you would have stayed here and not come to Reno, I don't think we would be having this conversation right now," Batista eyed him thoughtfully. "But you thought you were so smart."
"I don't know what you mean." Wiley sneered in irritation. "Get out of my house or I'll call the cops."
Collins grabbed Wiley's cell phone from the small table sitting next to his chair. Collins was wearing black gloves and so was Batista. Both men were dressed in dark clothing from head to toe.
"I didn't do anything wrong," Wiley muttered. "I have no idea why you've come here. I came back from Reno like you said and minded my own business."
In a way Batista pitied Wiley Bills for his sheer stupidity. Wiley Bills had no idea of the tangled web he had become a part of. "I can't stand child molesters," Batista said bluntly.
"I'm not a child molester," Bills protested.
"Oh yes you are!" Batista said in a cold voice. "Every time I look at you I see Angel at age thirteen or fourteen and you hovering around her with a hard on. I see you watching her every move as she flits around in her cheerleader uniform and I see the innocent look on her face. She had no idea how your filthy mind worked I'm sure. Not until you decided to take away her innocence."
"I never did anything to her," Bills said.
"You managed to father her child." Collins held up the paternity results that Batista had handed him. "You impregnated her with your filthy seed and then hung her out to dry. Her family disowned her for being a slut."
Bills swallowed, "I didn't mean any harm. That report is all lies. There is no way I am the father of that child."
Batista looked at Collins and shook his head, "Mr. Bills is so tedious. He insists that he didn't do anything wrong, when we all know differently."
"A real man admits when he's done something wrong," Collins mused. "My daddy taught me that."
Bills began to tremble, "I-I swear to you I didn't do anything."
Batista shook his head. "It's OK to admit what you did Wiley, may I call you Wiley? Because we already know you did it."
Wiley decided to change tactics. "I would think a guy like you would understand."
Batista took offense to Wiley's inference. "I understand a man getting a hard on when he sees a developing fourteen-year-old, but what I don't understand," and he moved closer to Bills and got up in his face, "Is how you can justify sticking your dick in her and splitting her wide open like you did, making her burn and bleed. Maybe you can explain the pleasure in that because I really don't understand it."
Bills looked down. "We all have our moments of weakness right? We all make mistakes."
"Some mistake," Collins wanted to strangle Bills on the spot.
"You have no idea how beautiful she was back then, she still is," Bills said and Batista thought he could hear longing in Wiley's voice.
"I don't think you get it," Batista said. "You have a daughter that same age. She's a beautiful young girl, just beginning to develop into a young lady. When I see your daughter, I see her mother at that age and I wonder how long it will be before you lay your hands on your own daughter and ruin her too."
"I would never do that to my own child," Wiley said and then he realized he had just admitted that Mia was his child. The alcohol was throwing him off his game. "Angel wanted me, she flirted with me."
Collins laughed bitterly. "Sure, what fourteen-year-old isn't itching to be raped?" Collins was thoroughly disgusted by Bills. "I've got a daughter of my own, she's thirteen. Are you going to fly out to Reno and sniff her out next?"
"Of course not," Wiley was beginning to sober up and he was feeling more uneasy the more sober he became.
"How can I be sure?" Collins asked.
Wiley swallowed, "Why are you here anyway? What happened with Angel happened a long time ago. She seduced me, and now she's crying rape."
Batista tightened his jaw and looked over at Collins who knew instantly that Batista was at a breaking point. "Do you know anything about justice?" Collins asked Bills.
"Yes, as a matter of fact." Wiley said.
"The wheels of justice turn slowly," Batista said. "How many little girls will be at risk while we wait for you to be tried by a jury of your peers and found guilty?"
Wiley swallowed.
"You know what I hate? I hate the appeal process," Collins said. "Even when a person is found guilty they waste everyone's time and money by filing appeal after appeal to save their skin."
Batista took a napkin out of his pocket. "We know where you went yesterday," he threw the napkin that he had brought from The Gemini into Wiley's face. "You went after some young tail yesterday and found it."
"What does it matter?" Wiley asked as he looked at the napkin. "I paid for those girls and I was assured that none of them were under age. I paid for the pleasure of their company fair and square and if I hadn't fucked them, someone else would have."
"Some of the people at The Gemini thought you were looking to hire a hit man," Collins said getting in Wiley's face. "We're hit men, now that you have us, what are you going to do with us?"
Batista smirked at Collins words, they were a few notches above hit men, but he enjoyed the angle.
"Why do you care so much about a fucking prostitute?" Wiley lamented.
Batista briskly approached Bills and pulled him up out of his chair and thrust him against the wall and looked deeply into his eyes. "Let's get something straight," he tightened his grip on Bills and put his hand around Bills throat, "Angel was not a 'prostitute' and it offends me when you use that term when you refer to her. She made more money than you could ever dream of making."
Bills looked at him curiously. "What are you talking about?"
"Angel made upwards of $100,000 on a good month," Collins informed him, "Sometimes maybe more. She was expensive."
"Holy shit," Bills choked out, and his face was beginning to turn purple from the strain of Batista's hand around his throat.
"A common 'prostitute' doesn't make that kind of cash," Batista said. "It was painful for Ethan to lose her because she was one of his top money makers."
Bills swallowed and gasped for air. "I had no idea. You should be thanking me for telling you where to find her then, if that's the case."
"You had no idea her earning potential when you told us where to find her," Batista said and then he released his grasp so that Bills could breath. "I mean you are dumb enough to call her a prostitute so you had no idea who or what she was." He let go of Bills and paced back and forth. "Angel never saw any of that money however, but she had to do a lot of nasty and vile things to earn it, things she would never have had to do if you hadn't raped her Coach." Nothing made Batista angrier than a teacher taking advantage of a student.
Bills stared wide eyed at Batista.
"I like to think that if you would have kept your hands off of her she would have grown up here in this community," Batista said. "It's beautiful here. Angel could have been happy and lived a normal life and grown up normally and raised a family of her own and never known the ugliness of Reno."
The part about the money had captured Bills attention. "I don't get it," Bills mumbled as he rubbed his throat, "If she made that kind of money, why would Ethan let her go after I told you where to find her?"
Batista looked at Collins, "Ethan cared more about Angel than someone like you is capable of understanding. And if you had done your research like a good rat is supposed to, you would have learned that there is a connection between Ethan Parks and Jordan Parker."
"What?" Bills was flabbergasted.
Collins nodded, "Parker is Ethan's son you moron."
Bills was slowly beginning to realize they wouldn't tell him all of this if they intended to let him live. He attempted to flee, but Collins held him firmly against the wall and Bills began to struggle more vehemently until finally Batista took a needle out of his pocket and injected it into Bill's leg and Batista and Collins watched as Bills slumped to the floor.
When Bills opened his eyes, Batista and Collins were still there. He was hoping it had all been a bad dream. Batista noticed him open his eyes and squatted down next to him, "You know Wiley I've been thinking," Batista said in a calm voice, "What you said earlier makes a lot of sense. We owe you. You really did a great thing by telling us where to find Angel. I've decided to let you live if you do something for me."
"What?" Bills asked.
"Write on this piece of paper that you are sorry for what you did," Batista said and he handed Wiley a pencil and paper.
Bills was desperate to get away and willing to try anything. He quickly scrawled some words on the paper: I'm sorry for what I did.
Batista looked at the paper, "Now sign it if you don't mind," and he handed the paper back to Wiley who promptly signed it.
Batista looked at the paper again. "Thanks for doing that Wiley, but I've thought about it some more and I've changed my mind again." He never had any intention of letting Bills go. "What you did makes me sick and what I'd like to do is cut your balls off and watch you bleed while I feed them to you a little piece at a time and watch you chew each and every piece," Batista said, "And if this wasn't such a high profile rape case, I would do just that and then dump your body off somewhere, but as it stands, torturing you in that way isn't an option. It's OK though, I'm used to disappointment. But I think it's time everyone finds out just what Wiley Bills is made of," and Batista helped Wiley up to his feet. Wiley staggered a little from whatever it was they had drugged him with.
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