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“Does that mean you should die too?” I ask.

“Baby, I asked you if you wanted me to, and you said yes. If you changed your mind, all you needed to say was stop.” The next sentence dissolves in my mouth. He chuckles, like he can hear the words pop on my tongue as they disappear. “You also opened your legs for me to feel your hard fucking cock, didn’t you?” My dick swells, and I swallow the nerves produced by his filthy mouth. “If you want me on my knees begging for your cock in my mouth or for you to give me that tight ass, then I’ll beg day and fucking night. I’ll worship at your feet for the rest of my life.”

Heat rises up my neck, and I sit down on the bed, for one second imagining him kneeling before me. Dismissing it, I get back to the reason I called. “What can you do from where you are?”

“What do you want me to do?”

“You’re good with computers. Can you get into his socials and post an admittance or something?”

He’s so silent, I need to pull the phone away and check he’s still on the line.

“That’s child’s play, Rome. Think bigger.”

“Like what? I don’t...I don’t know if I want him killed…yet. I want him to suffer.”

“I’ll get into his messages and see what I can find. We expose the little fuck for anything and everything.”

A smile lifts my lips, and I nod. “Do it. I don’t want that kid leaving his house without dropping his head, in hopes no one recognises him.”

The tapping of keys and his hummed melody fill the awkward tension I wish I could crawl away from. “Sooo, how are you feeling after your game?”

“Can you focus?” I groan.

“Baby, I’ve been doing this shit for years. Besides, I’ve missed your voice.”

“Do you usually get this obsessed with people?”

“You aren’t just anyone. You’re a fucking god.”

Rain and I observe myself through very different lenses. He perceives me as a god. I find that obscenely inaccurate.

“Okay, I’m in,” he says casually, like he didn’t just hack someone’s social media.

“Already? How?”

“Dumb fuck’s watching porn right now, which makes it a lot easier to get in.”

I become a little panicked at how easily he did that. Has he been reading every message I receive or send? Shit, has he seen my porn history?

“This is some serious pervert shit,” he spits.

“What?”

The video call chimes against my ear, and I hesitate before answering. Wooden beams light up behind his annoyingly good-looking face, the silver chain draped around his neck to his bare chest.

He growls like a goddamn animal when seeing my face.

“Show me,” I bite out.

The camera flips to a laptop screen, and he proceeds to open various messages that show Oliver manipulating countless girls into sleeping with him.

Unease rolls my stomach when he opens Kilah’s thread, revealing he sent her two dick picks and a full body in his bathroom mirror, revealing his face. She never responded, but he kept pestering.

“Your call, baby,” Rain says. “What do you want me to post?”

“Post the messages, but don’t reveal who the girls are. Dick pics, full body pics, everything.”

“I’ve locked him out, so he won’t know until people text him, and he won’t have access until I allow it.”