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Oh, so that’s why he was acting weird. Well, not weird. I guess he just didn’t want to tell me he didn’t have any ideas yet. That makes sense.
“See you later,” I sing-song.
After waving goodbye to Gunner, I go back to Gray’s room. Not knowing what to do with myself, I clean the place, again. It’s not dirty or even untidy since I just did all this shit yesterday. But it’s something to keep me busy.
When there’s nothing else for me to do, I lie down on the newly made bed. This is so fucking mind-numbingly tedious. It’s making me long for the days I worked behind the bar downstairs because at least that was something to do. But with the Cruz Cunts being on strike, I’m not about to volunteer.
I’m almost asleep when there’s a soft knock on the door. I grumble, annoyed to be interrupted, but still go to open the door.
“Well, don’t you look happy?” Alana chirps as soon as I open the door.
“Hello to you, too, friend,” I say around a yawn.
Opening the door wider, I wave her inside, but she shakes her head.
“Just came to tell you two things. Gray and Rocco are almost back, and Sasha has cooked up one hell of a picture for you. Well, several, actually.”
The knot I’ve done my best to ignore unfurls at her words. “Oh, thank you. Thank you. Thank you,” I grin.
“Any time,” she chirps. “This was fun. Are you ready for step two? Most of the Kings are busy, so now’s a great time.”
“I’m ready,” I say, smiling so wide my teeth are showing.
Without another word, I follow Alana down to the main room. Several of the Cruz Cunts are already waiting for us, each holding a stack of pictures.
“Let’s do it,” Sasha grins, and I nod.
With their help it doesn’t take long to tape the many pictures all over the walls. And whatever the Kings are doing, it’s not bringing them in here. Within half an hour, we’ve hung up over fifty pictures of Gray, each more scandalous than the previous one. And with most of the Kings busy, it was too easy.
“There we go,” Alana says with a wink. “We’re almost done. I just need to place the one you sent us just an hour ago. Wait, when did you get your phone back? Last night?”
The roar of bikes comes through the window, and if I’m not mistaken, one of those belongs to Gray. The sound is so distracting I only hear half of what she says.
“How do you want to do this?” Beth asks. “Sit at our table, or watch from around the corner?”
Now that I’m looking around at the pictures, I no longer feel brave about my decision. “The corner,” I murmur. Then I shake my head, ashamed to accept their help if I can’t stand by what I’ve done. “No. Fuck it. I’ll stay here.”
Everyone but Alana and Sasha follow me to the usual table. It’s not until I’m seated and looking toward the bar that I see what they’re doing.
My eyes widen, and I let out a surprised sound. “What did you do?” I gasp in shock.
Before Alana can answer me, Rocco and Gray walk through the doors at the opposite end. At first, he smiles as soon as his eyes land on mine. Said smile vanishes as soon as he looks to the side, noticing what you’d have to be blind not to see.
Every wall is littered with pictures of him. The fucking pictures I took last night while he was sound asleep. Except… they’re so much more now. In one, Gray looks like he’s about to suck some other guy off. In another, he’s lying on his front, with a fox tail sticking out from his ass cheeks.
Alana was right, Sasha really is a photo manipulating genius. If you look closely, it’s easy to see that while it’s all Gray’s face, not every picture is his body.
“What the fuck?” Rocco roars as he, too, looks around.
Too cowardly to look straight at Gray, I follow Rocco’s eyes around the room. I whimper as my eyes land on the framed picture behind the bar, the one Alana and Sasha placed just before Rocco and Gray burst through the doors. This one is a still of the night he forced me to suck him off at Dirty Diamonds. His gun is at my temple, and my eyes are wide in fear.
Bile rises at the back of my throat, and I have to swallow several times to make the burn stop. Fuck. Fuck. Just seriously… fuck. I don’t know how they got that picture, or why it’s here. But I refuse to look at it since it’s putting a big damper on my self-righteous glee of finally getting back at Grayson.
“What’s the meaning of this?” Rocco bellows.
I can’t help it, I flinch in my chair. His voice and the angry glare he’s turned on me are too intimidating.
My mouth opens, but I have no words. There’s nothing I can say.
