Page 112 of Fang
“So what’s the plan? Are you just going to let this ride out?” Savage asks.
I turn us so she can face him.
“Actually, that’s why I came here.” She winces. “Well, one of them.”
“What’s up? Is there something we can do to help? Name it,” he tells her.
Gratitude fills me as I stare at my friend.
“It’s not you I need, but Bailey,” Cami says.
Bailey rolls her shoulders back. “Name it.”
“I want to go to the press.” Cami fishes her phone out of her back pocket and hands it over. “On there I have every text andemail Zak has ever sent me. Every rumor that they spread in high school. I talked to Happy, and he sent over the footage of him coming into the club and harassing me. It’s not much, but it’s something.”
Bailey’s eyes sparkle. “You want to go to the press.”
Cami nods. “I want to go to the press. Do you have anyone I could talk to?”
Bailey smiles. “I know just the guy.”
I squeeze Cami’s hip. “Are you sure about this?”
“Positive.”
“How about you men get back to work? Us women have some plotting to do,” Viv says.
I lean down and kiss the side of her head, right next to her ear. “I’m so fucking proud of you baby.”
Her eyes fall shut. “Thank you.”
Reluctantly, I let her go and move back to Savage. We head back down the hall, to his office.
“You okay?” he asks as he rounds his desk.
I run a hand over my face as I fall into the chair again. “Not the slightest bit.”
“You have a good old lady, man.”
“I know. She’s fucking amazing. Now distract me. Because if you don’t, I’m going to go to campus and kill that motherfucker once and for all.”
Savage smirks. “Let the girls handle it. I’m sure by the time they are done, he’s going to be wishing for death. Now about this run, I had an idea…”
Looking in the mirror of the bathroom, I think I look okay. Presentable enough to give a statement to the press, at least.
I could have worn my hoodie and jeans, but I wanted to look more classy. I wanted them to take me seriously.
Too many times stories like this come around, but the woman gets all the blame. She acted a certain way or dressed provocatively to get attention. She asked for it.
Add in my stripping job, and well, I’m sure they will try to spin this once it gets out, but I’m doing it anyway. Put my best foot forward and work from there.
I grab my purse and keys and walk through the empty clubhouse. Most of the guys I’ve found have jobs, so they aren’t here during the day a lot. Viv only really works nights here, so she does her own thing during the day. It’s only eight in the morning, so I’m sure she is still sleeping.
I’m almost to the door when I hear my name.
“Cami, can I talk to you for a second?” Biggy calls out.
I turn, reluctant to speak with him, especially alone.
