Ruby Reid Of Leaks Novels & Stories

“No more waiting. If Reid’s already shown his hand, then whoever he’s working with won’t stay quiet for long.” Cassian gave her a long look. “You’re starting to sound like me.” “I think I’ve been sounding like you for a while.” That made him smirk—just a little. Reid Reid slammed his fist against the steering wheel. He was parked on the edge of the docks, engine still running. The rain hit the windshield like static. He pulled out his phone and typed a message. Then deleted it. Then typed again. “They know. They’re coming.” He hit send.

A moment of weakness, nothing more. I take a step back, trying to compose myself. "We can't do this," I whisper, my voice shaking. "You—" But before I can finish, my phone rings, breaking the tension. I glance at it and see the name flashing on the screen—Damian's head of security. I swipe the screen, bringing it to my ear. "What is it?" "Ms. Hayes," the voice on the other end is urgent, "there’s something you need to know. Evan Reid... he’s just leaked some damaging information about Mr. Cross’s finances. It’s already all over the news."

“Leak every photo. Every video. Leak me at 2 AM with Alex in my arms. Leak me singing to him because his mother was bleeding out. Leak me changing his diaper because Marcus was dead and Valeria was in jail and there was no one else.” He stepped closer to the laptop. “You know what those photos show, Reese? They show I love him. They show I chose him. At 3 AM. At 3 months. At 4 years. They show I didn’t need a court order. I didn’t need a DNA test. I didn’t need Marcus’s money.” _Beep. Beep. Beep._ 79 BPM. Up three. Not from fear. From fury. “So leak them,” Adrian said. “Everyone already knows I love him. Put it on TMZ. Put it on a billboard. I’ll buy the ad space myself.”

Not anymore. Reo hovered nearby, pretending not to watch me. His phone glowed with whatever small, meaningless task occupied him. I let him pretend. An idea slid into place like a blade. “How about we leak Aethelred?” I said, loud enough for him to hear. The room shrank to the two of us. “Pin the mess on Evelyn.” Reo blinked, slow. “Leak the project… on her? Boss, that would—”

Ru wished all of the rest of the daycare riders a good weekend by name and then headed back down the hallway. The population of Reaper’s Hollow was growing quickly enough that she’d been able to take a position at Thomas Elementary without Cindy Lewis, the teacher who had taken her class over the year before when she’d gone to look for her mother, having to find a new position. Cindy had become a great friend, and Ru really enjoyed working with her and the woman who’d taken over for Cutter last year. Of course, it was great to get to work with Candace again. They were back to their old ways, squaring off against Jane Owen whenever they had the chance, though she seemed a lot nicer now than s

Nobody with an ounce of decency would vote for Hilliard after Jared leaked those recordings. Chauvinistic, misogynistic rants from private meetings where Hilliard's father negotiated deals on behalf of the Roth gang. Jared had recorded everything in secret, making sure to blur out faces and distort voices where necessary. And just for extra measure? He leaked a sex tape of Hilliard from one of his many visits to that country club his family owned. There were over twenty videos. Hilliard had been a very busy man. With the current #MeToo resurgence, this wasn't just a scandal—it was a career execution.

Should be. Adrian leaned close, his voice barely a whisper. "We can't do this." "What?" "We can't let them raid at six." "Adrian—" "Think about it." He glanced at the door, making sure we were alone. "Dmitri said there's a leak. High level. Reeves just told five people about this raid—any one of them could be the leak." "You think Reeves is—" "I don't know. Could be him. Could be Morrison. Could be the tactical commander. Doesn't matter which one." He looked at me intently. "The moment that tactical team mobilizes, someone will notice. Someone will make a call. And Alexei will be warned."

His jaw worked once, the muscle jumping under the skin, and he looked down at the pavement for a moment like he was running through something internally, some private calculation. "Reid doesn't take his own photos," he said finally. "He never has. He has someone who does it for him when he needs documentation." "Documentation," I repeated flatly. "He documents things." "It's how he builds leverage. He's meticulous about it." Aaron's voice was low and very even, the particular evenness that I now understood wasn't coldness but control under pressure. "The number won't lead anywhere. Burner, probably. He'll have set it up specifically for this."

Levi growled. His mood perked up a little when he looked through his emails on his phone and saw the report from the forensic's team. The blue-haired girl who'd seemed heavily interested in What If during Natalie's game pitch was the leak. She'd overshared way too much during pillow talk with her girlfriend, and it seemed while she was passed out in post-coital bliss, her partner had gone to town on her Chassis laptop. "Damn Adrianne!" Levi grumbled as he closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat. She was a brilliant storyteller and knew way too much about Chassis and all their pipeline plans. By demanding her resignation letter and pressing charges, he'd be shooting himself in the foot.

“She’s the one who leaked it to the press.” Sarah’s fingers trembled slightly. “So you’re saying you have the original footage?” “No,” Leon admitted. “But I’ve got to hand it to that Reynold girl. She really charged into the lion’s den. Someone like Vivian would never sit back and let herself be humiliated like that without fighting back.” Sarah didn’t respond. Her eyes remained fixed on the screen, filled with a quiet storm.