Page 36 of F*ckboys

I nod, pleased with what I've found so far. Where there's smoke there's fire, and one quick look into Jacob is already revealing a blazing inferno.

"Fallon, look at this," Grave calls from across the room, his voice low and purposeful. I glance over, watching as he scrolls through some incriminating photos on his own screen. "Seems like our dear friend Jacob here has been sending these dick pics around like they're candy."

A grin spreads across my face. "Oh, this is perfect, and I'm not at all surprised to hear it." I saunter over to him, leaning in to take a closer look. "He's got no problem sending these to random women, but let's see how he likes them being spread all over the internet. Not that there's anything to be proud of there."

"Right?" Grave snickers, clearly sharing my amusement. "Not that I've seen a ton, but from what I've observed the guys who tend to send the most dick pics are the ones who probably shouldn't."

I laugh and nod.

"We have more to do, though," he continues. "It's one thing if we want to just embarrass him a bit, but we've got a lot of ground to cover if we want to ruin his career the same way he ruined Maddie's."

"Time to create a scandal," I whisper, feeling the rush of adrenaline as I start crafting anonymous emails and social media posts detailing Jacob's dirty dealings. I can see it now, the headlines screaming: 'Jacob Daniels—The Corrupt Businessman' or 'The Dark Side of Jacob Daniels' Empire.'

Together, we spend hours creating fake anonymous social media accounts, posting Jacob's dick pics alongside scathing denouncements of his actions. Every time I hit 'post,' I feel a thrill course through my body, a fire burning hotter within me. My fingers fly over the keyboard, driven by a need to see justice served.

"Fallon, what do you think of this caption?" Grave asks, drawing my attention to his screen. "'Jacob Daniels: The cheating scum who couldn't satisfy a woman even if he tried.'" We make sure that his dick pic contains links to Jacob's social media platforms—his LinkedIn, his Facebook, even his company website. By the time we're done, there'll be no way he can avoid his friends, family and professional acquaintances from seeing what he's been up to.

"Perfect," I reply, smirking. "I think it gets the message across."

"Exactly." He gives me a conspiratorial wink, hits 'post,' and leans back in his chair, satisfaction written all over his face. "Now watch the fireworks begin."

I tap away at my keyboard, creating my own anti-Jacob masterpiece.

"Make sure to mention his perverse interests, too," Grave reminds me, his eyes flaring with anger. "No one will want anything to do with him once they know the true extent of his depravity."

"Of course," I say, adding in allusions to bestiality and his inappropriate relationships with several business colleagues. I can feel bile rising in my throat just thinking about it, but this is necessary. This is justice.

"Being from a devoutly religious family, he won't escape the wrath of his church either," Grave says, an almost cruel smile on his face. "They'll turn their backs on him once they realize how far he's strayed from their teachings. Infidelity, impropriety, immorality—they won't be able to excommunicate him fast enough."

"Consider it done," I reply, weaving in subtle hints about Jacob's lack of faith and his hypocrisy. He may have fooled others, but he'll never fool us.

"Excellent," Grave praises me. "Now let's make sure everyone in the city knows exactly what kind of man Jacob Daniels is."

"Let's burn his reputation to the ground," I agree with finality, hitting send on the remaining emails and posts.

As we monitor the fallout, some of which is pretty instantaneous, I can't shake the feeling that there's still more to be done. The fire of vengeance still rages within me, and I know that it won't be extinguished until Jacob Daniels has paid for his crimes in full.

"Grave," I say, determination hardening my voice. "I don't think we're done here yet. There's still so much more we can do to make sure he never hurts anyone ever again. It's getting late,but Maddie's humiliation doesn't get a chance to rest, so neither should we."

"Agreed," he replies, his eyes dark with resolve. "We won't stop until justice is served."

And with that, we dive back into our mission, ready to bring the full force of our wrath down upon Jacob Daniels. For Maddie, for ourselves, and for everyone else who's ever been wronged by men like him.

"We need to get Maddie's video down as soon as possible. We can't let that keep haunting her," I say, my hands clenched into fists.

"Agreed. I'll make contact with the guy who runs the site. You know it won't be easy—or cheap, though," Grave replies, his eyes narrowing in determination.

"Whatever it takes," I growl. "Maddie deserves her life back."

Grave nods and starts working on making a connection with the shady character behind the popular revenge porn site. While he does that, I work on drafting a proposal for new legislation. While it's all fun and games causing humiliation for Jacob, if we want to make lasting change, we need to strike at the heart of this issue: the law itself. That won't solve Maddie's immediate problem, but it will hopefully give her some of her power back, knowing she's been instrumental in helping to protect others in future from this happening to them.

Less than an hour later, Grave bangs his fist on the table in triumph, rattling the work surface and causing my laptop to jiggle. "Fallon, I've got him," Grave says, an edge of victory in his voice, having successfully reached the revenge porn entrepreneur, Clark Diggins. He's a notoriously shady figure who brags about his achievements online, having accumulated substantial wealth from broadcasting other people's most private moments without their consent.

He's a slippery individual who, while willing to boast about himself, is, for obvious reasons, very hard to locate. If I weren't so focused on exacting revenge against people like Jacob and Aksel I might turn my focus to Clark. But I can only turn my attention to so much revenge at once. "He wants to meet in person. Says he doesn't trust anyone online."

"Can't blame him for that," I mutter, shaking my head at the irony. "Alright, set up the meeting. Let's get this done."

"Fallon," Grave murmurs, catching my eye. "We did good today."

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