I rolled my eyes. “I didn’t mean to!”
“You made a duckface, and now she’s out there, sending that picture to everyone in town.”
“That’s what I fucking said!”
He nodded, turning away from me, his fingers rubbing furiously along his jawline as he considered what was happening. After a good minute, he finally turned back to me.
“Is this some kind of sick fetish you have?”
“Fetish? A duckface? Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Well, you did get hard when Blake tossed you through a window. What the fuck am I supposed to do with this?”
“It was nothing! They were talking about it at the station. I didn’t know what it was, and Wes was showing me! That’s it!”
“And you kept the pictures? Why? Why would you do something like that?”
“Because I didn’t realize it would be an issue. Not until she snatched my phone and took off with it! It’s not like I planned for this to happen! It’s not like I wanted everyone in town to see me with my lips like that!”
“Well, you should have thought about that before you took the damn picture!” Cap exploded. “How the hell am I supposed to explain this to the guys? What the hell am I supposed to tell them?”
“Would you prefer they be pornographic?” I retorted.
“Yes! I could explain that to them. They’d understand pornography. What they will not understand is you—a grown fucking man—taking pictures of yourself with a fucking duckface!”
“They have to stop it,” I said, my voice growing with panic. “I can’t walk around town with those pictures out there. Do you know what that will do to me?”
Sighing, he nodded. “They’re the best I have.” He clapped me on the shoulder. “Let’s go check out the damage.”
I felt like I was walking to my doom as we strode inside the house. My hands were clammy and my knees were weak. Even my armpits were sweating. This wasn’t going to be good. I could feel it in my gut.
“Don’t worry. These guys are the best. They won’t let us down.”
I really fucking hoped that was true.
“Knight, any luck?”
The dark, brooding man turned toward me in his leather jacket, his eyes dangerous as he stared me down. “We scrubbed everything we could find, but…”
Cursing under his breath, he looked away, his jaw clenching hard.
“What is it? Tell me. I can take it.”
When he finally looked back at me, my heart sank. “It’s Maggie. She got to Blake before we could.”
“No,” I whispered.
“The damage is far greater than I could have ever imagined. I’m sorry, man.”
My knees gave out and I sank to the ground, imagining all the pictures posted on every lamp post. It would never go away.
Static crackled over Cap’s radio. “Cap, come in.”
“Yeah, go ahead.”
Sinner came back on, his voice heavy with grief. “I’m afraid she infiltrated the department. It’s all over, Cap. They’re everywhere. There’s no stopping it.”
“Fuck,” Cap growled. “Are you sure?”
