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“What things?”
“Fucking prick. I’m going to gut that motherfucker and string him up by his intestines,” G snarls.
“Will someone tell me what the fuck is happening?” Havoc snaps.
G doesn’t look up. He types furiously. “She has a virus. It must have been embedded in one of the emails. Ah, yes, there it is.”
Tink leans over and frowns. “But that’s my agent.”
“The email is off. Look.”
Tink skims over it before she shakes her head. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize.”
“Hey, this isn’t your fault,” Havoc tells her.
“Doesn’t change the fact I still let it in.”
“Hey, Tink, why don’t you leave it with me and I’ll bring it back once I have it fixed up,” G tells her.
She looks at him before her eyes drift around the others. “I know you want me to leave so you can discuss it with the guys, and I get it. But I need you to remember that it might not be real to you, but it will be to them. Please make it go away. I don’t want them violated again,” she whispers. I don’t know exactly what she’s talking about, but I have an awful feeling I actually do.
G leans over and looks her dead in the eye. “I’ll take care of it. You have my word.”
“Thank you,” she whispers before getting to her feet.
“You gonna be okay? I can walk you out,” Havoc asks with concern.
“No, I’m okay. I think I’m going to take a nap and pretend none of this happened. I need a few hours of denial.”
“Whatever you need, cupcake. I won’t be long. I’ll come find you when I’m done.”
He dips his head and kisses her before pulling back. We all watch as she walks to the door, pulls it open, and walks through without acknowledging the rest of us, which clues us in to how serious this is. Tink couldn’t make eye contact, and that woman is about as fearless as it gets when it comes to standing her ground against us guys.
“Fill in the blanks for me, G. Tell me what has my old lady so spooked,” Havoc orders, his eyes on the shut door. I get it. I’d much rather be with Lil too.
“Fucking AI will be the death of us all,” G mutters, still typing. “Seems this fucker knows his way around a computer, or he has a guy who does. He’s taken a bunch of photos of our women and used AI to remove their clothing or, in some cases, give them a whole new body—each of them in a more degrading pose or position than the last. And no, I won’t be showing any of you. I promised Tink, and I’m keeping that promise. After what happened to Citi and Delphi in particular, this is fucking evil.”
“What the fuck is the point of all this?” Dice snaps.
Ambros looks ready to smash the room apart, and I don’t blame him.
“To humiliate them. He’s uploaded them to porn sites, but I’m better at this shit than he is. I’ve got them removed from each site they were uploaded to, but some of them have been downloaded already.”
“There’s no way for you to trace them?”
“Some, perhaps. But most people logging into porn sites these days use VPNs, which makes shit infinitely harder. On the plus side, we caught it before it exploded.”
Ambros looks like he’s going to throw up. “Please tell me there isn’t one of Star.”
Oh Jesus, I didn’t even think of that.
“No. Nothing. But I’ll keep checking to make sure.”
Ambros nods and swallows.
“There’s none of Lil either. Wait, what’s this?” G frowns before the images appear on the wall.
“These are the photos of Legs pinned on her next-door neighbor’s wall,” Midas says. “We assumed it was Kiki who took them, with how everything played out afterward. But a lot of what happened there didn’t fit. If James has them, he must have taken them.”
