The Hidden Camera Tattoo - Chapter 8: Chapter 8
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"Freeze! You're under arrest for extortion! Hands where we can see 'em!"
Screams and shouts rang in my ears. I shut my eyes slowly, a single tear tracing down my cheek.
Winter had come again. I hugged my textbooks tight as I trudged between the dorm and the lecture hall, my breath fogging in the cold air.
Nearby, a burst of tearful chatter caught my attention.
"Stop crying, babe. We don't need that loser's cheap gift. I'll get you a real gold one. Pathetic, trying to play you like that."
A taller girl pulled the sobbing one into a fierce hug, her expression all protective fury.
The sight hit me like a punch to the gut—Sophia and I used to be just like that.
She'd been my big sister, always looking out for me, always asking how I was really doing.
Now? Everything was different.
Sophia got expelled for fraud—colluding with outsiders to shake down classmates. Last I heard, she was working at some shady nightclub.
Ryan didn't dodge karma either. Turns out, extortion was just the tip of his sleazy iceberg.
His USB drives were packed with videos of girls he'd manipulated. Three years in prison—hope he enjoys the view behind bars.
And thanks to him, Tony the loan shark and his whole operation got wiped off the map.
Justice? Yeah, it showed up fashionably late, but it showed up.
I stood in the middle of the field, sighing as I tilted my face to the sky. Life wasn't just okay—it was good.
I got a second chance.
Then I noticed them—two guys lurking nearby, muttering, their eyes darting to me with smirks that made my skin crawl.
"Yo, isn't that the girl from those videos? Damn, she's fine. Even hotter in person."
"No kidding. Wonder what she charges."
I locked eyes with them and marched straight over, flashing a sugary smile, fluttering my lashes.
"Whatcha talking about, boys?"
Their faces lit up like I'd just handed them a free pass. One whistled, grinning like a hyena.
"Hey, gorgeous. What's your going rate? Saw your work—nice moves."
My smile dropped.
Thwack!
My textbooks connected with their skulls in one clean swing.
"OW! What the hell—"
They scrambled back, clutching their heads like toddlers who'd just learned gravity exists.
I narrowed my eyes and yelled after their retreating backs.
Screams and shouts rang in my ears. I shut my eyes slowly, a single tear tracing down my cheek.
Winter had come again. I hugged my textbooks tight as I trudged between the dorm and the lecture hall, my breath fogging in the cold air.
Nearby, a burst of tearful chatter caught my attention.
"Stop crying, babe. We don't need that loser's cheap gift. I'll get you a real gold one. Pathetic, trying to play you like that."
A taller girl pulled the sobbing one into a fierce hug, her expression all protective fury.
The sight hit me like a punch to the gut—Sophia and I used to be just like that.
She'd been my big sister, always looking out for me, always asking how I was really doing.
Now? Everything was different.
Sophia got expelled for fraud—colluding with outsiders to shake down classmates. Last I heard, she was working at some shady nightclub.
Ryan didn't dodge karma either. Turns out, extortion was just the tip of his sleazy iceberg.
His USB drives were packed with videos of girls he'd manipulated. Three years in prison—hope he enjoys the view behind bars.
And thanks to him, Tony the loan shark and his whole operation got wiped off the map.
Justice? Yeah, it showed up fashionably late, but it showed up.
I stood in the middle of the field, sighing as I tilted my face to the sky. Life wasn't just okay—it was good.
I got a second chance.
Then I noticed them—two guys lurking nearby, muttering, their eyes darting to me with smirks that made my skin crawl.
"Yo, isn't that the girl from those videos? Damn, she's fine. Even hotter in person."
"No kidding. Wonder what she charges."
I locked eyes with them and marched straight over, flashing a sugary smile, fluttering my lashes.
"Whatcha talking about, boys?"
Their faces lit up like I'd just handed them a free pass. One whistled, grinning like a hyena.
"Hey, gorgeous. What's your going rate? Saw your work—nice moves."
My smile dropped.
Thwack!
My textbooks connected with their skulls in one clean swing.
"OW! What the hell—"
They scrambled back, clutching their heads like toddlers who'd just learned gravity exists.
I narrowed my eyes and yelled after their retreating backs.
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