Beneath The Mask
“This is all your fault. They had to have gotten the idea from somewhere—and the only place is someone you fucked!”
“Prince,” Ghost says, looking at me, but I cut him off with a raised hand.
“Don’t speak to me. Next time they come, we go with the original plan and hope it fucking works,” I snap, turning my back on him.
I thought I could find a way out of this, that everyone had a price. I really believed that. My father always said it, drilled it into me—everyone wants something. But I was wrong. What price could possibly compare to a video of me and Ghost together? There isn’t one. With even a single video, they’d have both families in the palm of their hands. And from the way they talked,
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