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Her fingers flew across the keyboard like a fast gun, and her headset was clamped tight over her short dark hair. "I found the link!" Bin shouted suddenly, her voice shaking with excitement. "Victoria, the secret online auction just started! They are hiding the signal through five different satellites in the sea, but I can see the main data!" Victoria walked over quickly, her new black and wine ombre nails digging into the back of Bin’s chair. Kany ran to the next computer, her deep blue nails hitting the keys as she tried to track the signal. "Where is the physical location, Bin?" Victoria demanded, her voice sharp. "Give me a map!"

Chapter 96: League Offer The secret offer from the league arrived through a discreet, encrypted channel late at night. Callan stared at the message on his burner phone, the dim light of the apartment casting long shadows across his face. The syndicate’s cameras were still blinking in the corners, but this communication had come through a back channel Elodie had helped set up.

I click the message bubble and the conversation opens. It reads: YOU’RE GETTING TOO CLOSE TO STERLING. STAY AWAY FROM HIM! HE’S DANGEROUS!!

There’s not enough time in the day for me to get everything I want for this room. There’s always tomorrow. Now that the time has come, I’m feeling nervous. So many doubts are creeping in. I have no clue when the other two would be returning. Or what they would do if they don’t find us…. I texted her the code on the app. It’s called BurySecrets. Pretty shady, but it offers anonymity.

I made it back to my room and locked the door behind me. If someone was watching, fine. Let them. I flopped onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. The silence roared again. I wanted music. I wanted a screen. I wanted noise. Anything to fill the emptiness stretching in my skull. I glanced at the phones Luca had given me—sitting pretty on the dresser like they were gifts from a doting captor. I picked one up. Still powered. Still pristine. Still very fucking tapped. I opened the secret app I’d coded back when I was fifteen. Used it to text an old friend. Just a single word:

Just great. I open the app to check the message. “Can you come to my room? Need to talk. Just us.”

As the afternoon began cooling into evening, they packed their beach supplies and walked toward the parking area. Rohan felt more relaxed than he had in months, the combination of salt air and Camilia’s unwavering support creating a sense of possibility he hadn’t dared embrace. That’s when his phone buzzed. Unknown number. Text message. “Beach house. 30 minutes. Come alone. -RS7749” The code at the end hit him like ice water in his veins. RS7749 was a designation that only three people in the world knew, a fail-safe communication protocol that Dario had established years ago for emergencies that required absolute secrecy.

“I’m interested in the… orgy thing.” They all went pale with shock, but before any of them could speak up— “There are rules though” I added quickly. “I don't want my face shown. I don't want Jake to touch me, and...” While Jake grumbled in the back, the final rule pressed heavy against my chest. This was it. My secret out in the open. But fuck it. “I want it double-streamed” I said. “Double-streamed?” Mia questioned. “We were all planning on using Sabrina's account cause she has more followers, but if you want me to use mine—”

The title pulsed in the corner like a heartbeat somebody else owned: oxygen—MIDNIGHT SERVICE (LIVE) I didn’t tap the screen. I started the screen recording on my phone first, then switched to my laptop and opened the stream in a private window with every tracker blocker Jana had installed like booby traps. I kept the volume low—enough to hear, not enough to invite the sound into Noah’s room. Across the hall, Noah’s door stayed shut. His breathing, when I held still and listened, sounded normal. I let that anchor me. My group chat lit up in staggered pings—Jana, Legal, independent counsel, Security, Luca.