“Kait is innocent.”
“Is she?” I chuckled, lifting one photo after the other, slamming them on the table beside Daniels.
Kait was far from innocent. Her affair with Lamar had been going on for two years, now. She’d found her lover with the help of her husband. It was an added bonus that he could please both her and Daniels.
“What do you want from me?” He mustered, unable to look at the images before him.
“But wait– there’s more.”
I slammed another photo on the table.
Perfect lines of cocaine sat before Daniels. One was already up his nose and entering his system. His smile was wide. His eyes were glossed over. He was surrounded by his team, his brothers, and a large group of exotic dancers.
“Wh– where– where are you ge–” he stuttered. “What is it that you want from me?”
“We have four days until the election. You have two jobs.”
“Kait won’t survive her face bei–”
“Frankly, I’m above exposing what women do in their personal time. I applaud Kait for taking her happiness into her own hands and sliding down a big, gorgeous dick after years of suffering with your index finger wiggling around her insides every fucking time you’re horny.”
“Sh–”
“Shut the fuck up,” I demanded.
“I–”
“Four days. Two jobs. Your first order of business is to contact your friends in media. The ones you like to dial up when you think you have new leads on Grayson when in actuality it’s all just bullshit.”
I removed an image of Asia posing with her pregnancy test from the folder.
“Make sure this image is on the front page of Berkeley News in the morning. As well, make sure it comes acrosseverynews station.
“What is this?”
I removed another image.
“Or, I will make sure this makes the news by noon.”
It was Asia’s bank statement. He’d wired $100,000 to her account on Friday morning. Her image hit the papers bright and early Monday. She forwarded it to Berkeley News Sunday at nine in the morning. Printing began at noon. The changes were made to the front page between nine and noon.
Had she gotten the image to the publication even an hour later, it wouldn’t have been her face on the front page. It would’ve been the faces of the women who decided to be proactive and strive for early detection for breast cancer.
“Second task. It’s fairly simple, right ladies?”
Rather nodded.
Rugger didn’t budge. Her eyes were on Daniels, waiting for him to as much as sneeze in my direction.
“Fight clean or your wife will be scrubbing your blood from the tiles of your home until her knees are raw. Do we have an agreement?”
Rapidly, Daniels nodded his head.
“Yes. Yes. We have an agreement.”
“Good.”
“Now, if that front page isn’t pleasing tomorrow, understand I won’t be the one visiting your home tomorrow. She will.”
