Page 6 of Repairing the Wreckage

I groan. “He’s such a tool. I didn’t know she was going after him too.”

“So you know she’s into you?” Remy shouts.

I shrug, even though he can’t see the gesture. “I assumed it’s just for the show.”

“Yeah, well she can’t stop yapping about how hot you guys are. How much she wants to fuck you. Maybe both of you at the same time. Says nasty shit about you having a little girl back home and how you need a real woman.”

I roll my eyes to the ceiling. Fuck me. “Seriously? She said something like that to me the night I met her. I told her I wasn’t interested. They didn’t show me turning her down?”

He scoffs. “The whole she’s not my prison, she’s my peace thing? Yeah, they got a lot of mileage out of that quote.”

“I meant it, you dick.”

“They’ve been flashing Molly all over the beginning of every episode. That release they forced her into signing apparently gave them permission to show her face and say whatever the fuck they want about her in every episode.”

The dread I was feeling shifts into simmering anger. “What are they saying?”

“It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“No, tell me what they’re saying.” So I can go fucking kill someone right now.

“It’s more like implying that she’s dumb and that’s why you’re with someone so young. Or that she’s slutty. Honestly the stuff that’s said online about her is worse. But the show definitely provides the ammunition.”

“Online?”

“Yeah, bonehead. I tried to fucking warn you this show was a bad idea. I was worried about you. I had no idea how much all this exposure would harm Molly.”

Goddamn it. I should’ve forced Diane to delete that fucking release she tricked Molly into signing. This was my choice, not hers.

“I’ll see what I can do about that. Get to the part about Kiki.”

He snorts. “I doubt you’ll be able to do sweet fuck-all about anything. The damage is done, Griff.”

“Remy, so far you haven’t told me shit. Why do you think I slept with Kiki?”

“I saw it. We all saw it.”

I wince at his harsh tone. “Who’s all?”

“Uh, all of Molly’s friends. They’ve been coming over to watch the show with her. Eraser and Ella were here too. Vapor’s been boycotting the show on principal.”

Sounds like Vapor. My mouth quirks to the side. I miss that moody bastard. “Jesus. Eraser’s going to give me shit when I get home, isn’t he?”

“Eraser might kill you when you get home. If I don’t get my hands on you first.”

“Remy, what the fuck?”

“Griff,” he says slowly, “you’re not hearing me. The footage from the bedrooms is black-and-white. Grainy, shitty quality.”

“Good to know.”

“It’s black-and-white in the living quarters but clearer outside the rooms. There was a clear shot of Kiki at your bedroom door and you with your hands all over her.”

“The fuck there was!” I blink and run my fingers through my hair. “Wait, yeah, she got shit-faced after one of the nights out. But I walked her to her room. I never went inside. And she’s never been in my room that I know of.”

He’s silent again. Thinking over my words? Plotting to kill me? I can’t tell.

“Shiiit,” he groans, dragging out the word. “I get it, bro. You’re in a weird situation. Locked up. Isolated from people you know. You’re probably uncomfortable as fuck. And she keeps throwing herself at you…”

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