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Nick slid him a look. “You know it’s almost midnight, right?”

He shrugged. “I have a paper to finish.”

I pushed their drinks across the counter before sitting between them at the breakfast bar. “Are we ready to see what Xan sent? I’ll mirror it to the TV.” I nodded to the flatscreen mounted between our cabinets. “Someone call him so he can listen in.”

Cade pulled his cell from his pocket, and two rings later came the sound of shifting water. “What are you doing?” he asked, scooping up another chunk of eggs.

“Ice bath.”

Nick made a face. “All y’all are fucking psychopaths.”

“Coming from you?” Cade deadpanned, flipping him off with one hand.

“We’re starting the footage,” Rook explained, popping the tab on his Ghost. “Try not to drown.”

Xander exhaled with a laugh. “Be ready.”

I mirrored the screen and hit play on the video file he’d sent. The first thing that came up, in full HD resolution, was Layla and Alex.They were inside the screened lanai of her house. Late evening, judging by the porch light and the darkness around them. The camera was positioned at an angle, steady from a good distance. A timestamp was in the corner of the footage.

She wasn’t behaving like a girl who hated it.

She was pressed against a pillar, damn near riding him.Her arms looped around his neck. His hand braced low on her back, and her mouth was on his like she was trying to eat his face off.

Rook leaned forward with a thinly veiled look of disgust, voice quiet. “They were begging to be caught.”

“Bet you two grand her mom is passed out drunk inside,” Cade quipped.

“Bet you she’s out getting dicked down by someone else. Maybe the landlord,” Nick countered.

Rook lifted his drink. “Double it and I’ll bet you both her mom was the one behind the camera.”

“Goddamn,” Cade muttered, but nodded.

Nick raised his brows. “Yeah, alright. Fuck it, I’m in.”

They all shook on it like it was fantasy football and not a fucked-up real-life porno. I took another bite of my sandwich, chewing slower, my appetite was fleeing.

The video cuts to another.

Same girl. Different guy.

The locker room came into view, the Crowsfell logo stamped clearly on the wall behind them. This next guy was shirtless, his pants down around his ankles. She was in his lap, cheer skirt hiked, and riding him with abandon, with no condom in sight.

“Isn’t that Sydney Tran’s boyfriend?” Cade asked with a disbelieving laugh.

“Sure is,” Nick confirmed. “Shooting guard. He’s got Syd plastered all over his bio and social media.”

Layla clearly didn’t give a fuck.

“Syd thinks she and Layla are friends,” Rook stated.

Xander’s voice came through the speaker. “He’s a fool. Syn is cute and has a good head on her shoulders.”

Another cut, and there she was again with a different guy.

“These are all from the same week,” I pointed out, checking the timestamp.

“Damn, her PH is all outta order,” Nick remarked.

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