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At this point, there was no reason to hold onto these photos and posts. She then pressed the deactivate button.

"We uploaded them to a secure server. I can delete them, I swear." Owen let him go, and the boy stumbled to his computer, his hands shaking as he typed. "Here, I'm deleting them now," he said, bringing up a series of files and dragging them into a digital trash bin. Owen watched closely, ensuring that the files were indeed being deleted. "And the camera?" he asked. The boy pointed to a small, inconspicuous device perched on the windowsill, facing Owen's apartment. Owen walked over, grabbed the camera, and crushed it under his boot.

Turning the screen towards Arawn, I go through the pictures and show him how I delete them one by one, accepting the warning I get as the camera tells me that I will delete them permanently. He groans, lifting his gaze back to the photographer who must have caught up by now. “Are there any files on your instruments?” “Instruments,” I chuckle, and her eyes widen. “Oh, no, sir. There is nothing saved as the pictures are processed. Just on the camera.” She explains, her nervousness showing in her trembling voice. “Thank you so much.” I smile at her, handing her the camera, and she gets back to finish packing up my order cautiously.

Her fingers trembled. “Five.” River thought she saw something flicker in Hannah’s eyes—fear. “Four.” She took a step back. “Three.” “Okay, okay!” Hannah’s voice wavered as she quickly unlocked her phone. “I’ll delete it.” She navigated to the gallery, her fingers fumbling as she selected the picture and pressed ‘delete.’ She even opened the trash folder and erased it permanently. Ryker watched in silence. When she was done, she exhaled shakily, turning back to him. “Happy now?”

I watched the scandalous, skimpy photo Chloe sent Luca disappear in real time. One second it was there, and the next, it was gone and I was staring at a blank screen. My breath hitched, sharp and painful. Chloe had deleted it for both devices. The message was gone, but I could still see Chloe's come-hither expression, her eyes hooded as if she was drunk or drugged. My vision blurred. There were tears in my eyes. I couldn’t see the table or my surroundings.

“Factory reset the phone.” She stared at me. “Do it.” She powered it down. Held the buttons. The screen went black. Luciano watched, jaw tight. When it was done she held up the dead phone. “Cameras?” I asked. “Removed yesterday,” Luciano said quietly. “After the last video.” I did not believe him. But it was a start. I lowered the gun. “Now get out of my sight. Both of you. If I ever see either of you again, I won’t hesitate.”

He barely looked at it for three seconds before he stopped the playback. With a few quick taps, he forwarded the file to his own number, wiped the logs, and deleted the original from my gallery. He finally let go of my eyes. "I’m not blind, and I’m definitely not deaf," he said, shoving the phone back into my hand. I grabbed it, ready to hit replay because his reaction was completely wrong. He hadn't even looked at the guy. But when I opened my album, the video was gone. I checked the cloud backup—wiped clean.

“Calvin doesn’t know either. He said it must’ve been left at the bar.” I bit my lip, thinking. “Maybe you should deactivate it. Just in case. There are… private things on there, right?” Diana’s eyes widened slightly as the realization hit her. “Shit. Yeah. Photos, videos, messages, everything. I don’t want some random person going through my stuff.” She nodded quickly. “Good idea. It’s an iPhone, so I can remotely erase it.” She borrowed my phone and logged into her iCloud account. Her fingers moved fast as she navigated the settings. I watched her select the device and choose the option to erase all content and settings.

“I won’t let that happen.” Maria exhales shakily. “Then what do we do?” I push myself up, walking towards the corner of the room. My eyes find the small blinking light. The fucking camera. “First,” I say, “we turn off this thing. He’s not gonna get a recording of us doing shit.” Maria sits upright, watching me closely as I pull a chair over and climb onto it. My fingers find the power button, and with one press, the light vanishes. I step down, brushing my hands off. “Now,” I turn back to her, “do you by chance have anything that vibrates?”

With a few clicks, she deleted it from the laptop. “There you go.” She smiled at him, expecting him to be satisfied. “Your phone and flash drive as well. Also, any cloud storage you have, open them.” Frederick ordered. “Aren’t you going a bit overboard? I’m not going to use the evidence on you now you know?” She appealed. “I don’t care, delete it all.” Frederick replied in a calm manner, yet his forehead had a bulging vein of anger. “Okay, okay…” She agreed finally and took out her phone, deleting the video from there as well.