As Riddick’s phone loaded the profile, he immediately turned to the messages. Considering what evidence he have found so far, all signs pointed towards an affair, and if he was going to confirm this, the messages were the perfect place to start.

As he opened the messaging up, just the first message alone caught his attention. It was from a contacted named, “Daddy Phil”, with a heart and gorilla emoji on it. They were about seven unread messages from this contact. Upon opening them, Riddick really found that he was right in his earlier assumptions, and that it was indeed to do with an affair.

They read;

Daddy Phil: "How's my sexy girl doing today? Is that deadbeat boyfriend of yours back?”

Daddy Phil: “When are you going to leave him for a real man?”

Daddy Phil: “Send me some sexy photos with the new lingerie I got you. I can't wait to take you from behind. I might bring my boys next time."

Reading all that, Riddick thought to himself, ‘You can't make this shit up," as he shook his head and scrolled above to see how Jamie responded to previous messages from this rather bold individual.

Considering there was a history to begin with, he wasn't surprised to find even more outlandish statements and provocative flirting with Jamie often responding.

Jaime: "Fuck, I love it when you talk dirty to me. I just touched myself thinking about you today”

Jaime: “Did you touch yourself thinking about me? I want your big Dick inside me. Johnny can satisfy me the way you do. *tongue emoji* *water emoji*”

Jaime: “When are you gonna raid this compound and make me your bitch already?"

This particular statement caused Riddick to pause. This was no longer just merely an affair. This was Jamie actively working to not only rid her life of Johnny but to rid him of everything he knew.

Life in the OT communities was generally tough. But it was tougher if someone was successful in the OT communities. Being successful meant having your own compound or camp just like Johnny.

And where there was a system in which others were wealthier than the rest, greed would exist.

That's where the came in. They were bands of thieves, murderers, rapists and any other dysfunctional criminal one would associate with the OT communities. They were the worst of the worst and lived life largely in a primal manner, not caring for anyone but themselves.

Within such communities, it was no surprise that women were valued in a certain type of way. To the outside observer, one would think women were something akin to property, and the men were the overlords, free to use them as they wish.

But that actually wasn't the case. It was no secret that bands of were not very intelligent. In fact, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to call them outright stupid.

What they lacked in brain, they made up for in brawn and sheer destructiveness.

However, when you add in the manipulative and cunning nature of a smart woman, things change. Like the animal from which they derive their name from, were matriarchal in their power system. As more often than not, a woman stood at the top of the hierarchy… but not in the traditional sense.

Before they had gotten their name, would raid small OT towns or compounds and would always kill off the men and take the women and children with whom they performed unspeakable acts.

This trend continued for a long while, but another trend soon began to arise, a trend born from human nature.

Men were naturally an aggressive bunch, even in OT communities. But when you add in constant alcohol, testosterone boosters and steroids, you got the males of bands.

Plus, they were numerous in number, so much so that there were never enough women for everyone. And whenever there wasn't enough of something, its value would increase.

Males would fight each other to win favor from women they liked and in doing so, they gained a sort of status symbol within their band, a symbol of their power and dominance, as if they were saying, "I have the most beautiful woman here. No one can take her from me. Thus, I am the strongest. I am the leader."

But behind the curtain, many of these leaders had fallen for the charms of their respective women, to the point that they would do anything to please them. As years passed, this trend saw numerous women live like Queens.

Despite living in the OT communities and barren lands, they had the finest gadgets, the fanciest clothes, the best food, numerous males to attend to their every whim, and even females under them to act as servants.

After this became known, women of the OT communities began to crave that sort of lifestyle, a twisted fantasy if you will. And it seemed Jamie was one such woman and Phil was a leader of a band without a queen.

Everything aligned, because although Johnny could be said to be doing well, he couldn't match the sort of treatment she would receive if she really were to become the woman of the leader of a band.

Looking at it from a beneficial point of view, Riddick couldn't really say anything on the matter. After all, he had no emotional attachment to the situation. The only real question was, what would he do with this information because from the looks of it, it was only a matter of time before Johnny became a dead man… or worse.

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But as he was thinking of what to do next, he heard a resonate *click* come from the hallway, which caused him to lift his head instantly. His muscles became tense, as if ready for action should it arise.

Next, he heard the sound of creaking steps as they got closer to his room, which indicated someone was heading for the stairs, but was it Johnny or Jamie?

Riddick was about to cautiously walk toward the door. However, just a few steps in, he made a loud creak as he stepped on a loose floorboard.

Riddick inwardly cursed his luck. However, he wasn't going to let the situation fall as he quickly opened the door, acting groggy and yawning. After doing so, he rubbed his eyes in a casual manner and saw that the person creeping through the hallway was, in fact, Jamie.

Jaime looked incredibly nervous seeing Riddick come out of his door, but seeing that he looked like he was from sleeping, she looked a bit more relieved.

Riddick turned to Jamie and asked in a faint voice, “Uh, where’s your bathroom?”

Jamie put on a friendly smile, clearly still a bit nervous as Riddick observed from her shaking pupils.

“Oh, that door over there. I'm just going to get a glass of water myself. Would you like one?”

Riddick shook his head at her offer, “No thanks. I just want to take a piss.” Saying this, Riddick began to walk over toward the door leading to the toilet, but he couldn't hear anymore steps from Jamie, which told him she was waiting.

And for someone to observe him this carefully. It meant something was being planned.

The question was, what exactly?

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It was only when Riddick entered the toilet and closed the door that he could hear the creaking steps descend the stairs, which confirmed Riddick's thoughts.

‘She was being careful, so she waited for me to enter the toilet and because of the rustiness of the door, if I try to open the door again, Jamie will hear me.’

Riddick sighed and decided to take his time and went about it as if he really was taking a groggy piss after waking up from your slumber. He used about a good one minute, in which he didn't hear Jamie's steps come back up the stairs, which made him assume she was still downstairs.

As for what she was doing down there, he could only guess.

Now he had two options to use, either to use the excuse of water to go downstairs and check, or to leave things as they were and go to his room then wait. After all, from his room window, he could still see where he had parked his car which was a major plus in-case she was gunning for it.

In addition, if she was going to her phone, the mirror profile still loaded on his phone would show whatever it was she going to do there, which meant he was covered on two fronts.

Thus, it wasn't worth risking to go downstairs and make her feel more nervous than she probably was, as it would in turn discourage her from continuing what she was planning.

Having reached that conclusion, Riddick washed his hands, making sure to be as loud as he could in everything he did before exiting the toilet, closing the door and walking back to his room, not trying in the least to muffle his steps.

He waited a few seconds by the door but heard no steps. Then he walked over to the edge of his bed and waited a few more seconds, but could still hear no footsteps coming up the stairs.

At this point, Riddick moved from the edge of his bed and walked over toward the window, shifting the curtain aside just a little bit to peep outside.

A good 20 or so seconds passed without Riddick seeing anything and it was then he began to assume she was on the phone.

However, as he reached out to his own and was about to check, Jaime’s figure emerged from the front door, as she stepped out onto the porch.

She had a lit cigarette in hand, and sat by the small staircases leading up to the porch. After taking a long puff from her cigarette, she took out her phone and began typing on it.

Looking at his own phone, Riddick could immediately confirm that she had gone to retrieve the phone that was it in the cup board and was currently typing on it.

Riddick went directly to the messages and could see that Jamie had now been replying to the messages that Phil had sent her.

She put across enthusiastic replies and said numerous things that would please any man stupid enough to believe them. And such was the case as the affirmation came from Phil, who only took a few seconds to come back with replies.

Daddy Phil: “That's my girl, where are those sexy photos I asked for?”

Jamie sent a few sad emojis first before typing,

Jaime: “No sexy photos since Johnny's back. I told you, you should’ve just raided this place when he wasn’t. Then you could have all the sexy time you want with me.”

Daddy Phil: “Believe me, babe. I do want you, but the band is a bit unstable right now and Johnny is no slouch. I hear he’s got some good contacts down south.”

Looking at Jamie outside, Riddick could see her visibly angry, a stark contrast to what was being displayed in the messages of her being all lovey-dovey and sweet.

Jaime: “But daddy, I thought you were tough and weren’t scared of anyone?”

Going this route, Jamie clearly wanted to invoke the man's masculinity using toxicity and it worked.

Daddy Phil: “I ain't scared of no one and if it were up to me alone, I would bash that fuckers head it in and take you right in front of him. But my brother Jim isn't so sure it's worth the risk, ”

Jamie continued to fuel the matter, and Phil’s desires.

Jaime: “Are you saying I'm not worth it? All these cars… my sexy ass… and not to mention my daughter's going to grow up to be a real beauty.”

Even Riddick was a bit surprised that Jamie was going to the extent of even adding her own daughter into what was essentially a negotiation. As young as she was, she was unaware of the factors currently being set up by our own mother.

It was no secret what happened to children in such communities, to the point that most considered it a taboo to even speak about. To put into perspective how bad it became, most children, male or female abducted into bands never made it past the age of 12, with more than half killing themselves.

This was a real statistic that existed, one numerous activists used to lobby for the rights of the children in these regions. Sadly, no one really cared enough to act on this. Even the government.

After all, why would they waste valuable resources on people they assumed to be uneducated savages.

Jamie and Phil’s conversation carried on for what was a few minutes longer with Phil now looking somewhat more willing to go ahead with Jamie's plan as he now began to ask about things such as Johnny's security measures, weapons and if they were any people nearby.

It answer the question, Jamie brought up Riddick.

Jaime: “Yeah, he came with a client today. But it's just another one of them thieves from Lowtown. Johnny said the guy managed to snatch an expensive car because of that explosion they were yapping about on the news and he wants to get it out quick. Johnny said it could be worth a couple million credits.”

Hearing this, Phil seemed more enticed.

Daddy Phil: “Are you fucking serious?”

Jaime: “I could never lie to you daddy. So what's it going to be? Wait too long and he's going to leave.

A one minute pause followed before one final message was sent.

Daddy Phil: “Make sure the gate is open in the next one hour. Me, Jim and the boys are on our way.”

Although lust may not have been enough to fully entice the man, the promise of riches certainly was and he was quick to act on it.

Jamie simply replied with a “Kk” and put a few lovable emoji's before exiting her messaging app.

Looking at her through the window. Riddick could see her visibly happy, smirking as she finished off her cigarette and began walking toward the gate likely wanting to open it.

Despite this sudden set of circumstances Riddick didn't look the least bit worried. Instead wondering how to address the matter.