Page 145 of Bona Fide

When everything came to light. If she wants to use someone else to decimate memories of us together, she’s going to have to live with the responsibilities of taking that said person down with her.

It’s all shits and giggles recording a second sex tape until the media make Jed and Grant Hardison the front-page headline, and she gets to explain that one.

“You good?” I press my lips together and nod at Emmy’s question. “What are we going to do about Demi?”

Right, the ongoing problem at hand.

“I bought us the time.”

“You said that already, but she isn’t going to wait.”

“Tell Bailey to fill her schedule,” I quip. “I’m working on outing her love child with my father.”

“Absolutely not,” Em leers, shoving her food to the side. “You’re not putting your half-brother through that kind of publicity. He’s just a kid. Can you imagine learning something like that?”

“It’ll be like an initiation to the family.”

“Lockwood.”

I snap my attention to her. “You got another idea?”

“Did you talk to Lucas and Phoebe about it?”

“Yes?”

She perks a brow. “And?”

“Thrilled about the idea,” I say off a heavy sigh and shrug. Em releases her held breath, relaxing her slim shoulders in her mint green dress shirt. “Then we do plan B.”

“Oh geezus,” Em mutters.

“Phoebe agreed to that one. So did Lucas. And, for the record, I didn’t come up with it.”

“What...plan?”

"Lucas wants his name cleared for himself and to move on with his life. You know how much that shit weighs on him, and I'm going to stand behind him."

“With what evidence?”

"See, that's the thing with old phones," I quip, twirling a lump of noodles around my fork. "He still has the video she threatened him with. And those bomb-as-hell text messages full of threats and the true face of the woman we all know and love as the Cunt from Hell."

“How?”

“Found it when he was going through his storage unit. He’s finally moving into my penthouse after I threatened him—over the phone.” I smirk at my assistant. “See, I know a few things.”

“Can he do it though? That's a lot of interviews, cameras...that's a lot for you, Wade."

I lean back more into the couch. "I'm good with it."

I’m great with it. I’ve been impatiently waiting for years for stones to be thrown at Demi for her transgressions.

“The word scandal is going to be thrown around.”

“I want to be free,” I decree. “Lucas and Phoebe want it too. They’ve waited long enough for justice. Phoebe is going to open up about Camila. The peer pressure, the men that followed her around and shoved drugs down her throat. The alleged overdose that Demi ensued on Camila.”

“I don’t know,” Em starts, gazing down at her carryout box. “It sounds easy, but there is so much to think about. The press can turn these stories into—”

“They have me,” I counter before giving her a feeble smirk. “And I have you, right?”

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