No, but for a good reason.

You had a sneaking suspicion... The way she was typing and acting... It wasn't like her. What had he done to her? You had one course of action left: the gossip that was Dillon.

"Oh, I can definitely help with that. I fucking hate that guy," she replied, crossing her arms.

"Why's that? How do you even know him?" You asked, to which Dillon looked off to the side.

"It's not important. But what's important is I know what he's doing and one, he's going to absolutely lose his case because of this, and two, you'll get Aubrey back." Dillon gave you a thumbs-up and smiled.

"Okay, I'm gonna trust you on this one." You said, a bit ****. It sounded like she had a history with this guy, but she didn't want to talk about it. But any help was good help. "Wait, you said he did something to her?"

"Yea, **** her. He does that to women. It's a designer **** that attacks the pleasure system. Makes everything waaaay more intense. He's got a— odds are, he's got an average dick at best, but it just feels so good because it's been upped to eleven."

You weren't going to bother asking her how she knew. You probably weren't going to get a straight answer out of her anyways. Besides, you weren't really a '**** guy,' so any further detail would surely go over your head.

"Okay, I guess. If you know what to do, then I trust you." You shrugged your shoulders. You felt powerless, and if Dillon could help, then so be it.

"Just leave it to me. We are going to have to wait until the trial though. Please... Just trust me on this one."

You hated this. You hadn't seen Aubrey in a week now and all Dillon could tell you was to wait. Wait for when? The trial. That was still a week away! A week where Jake would do who knows what to her!