Chapter Fourteen
Steel
I ’m going to kill someone.
“Blaze,” I call out. “We have a fucking problem.”
“What?” he asks as he jogs into our home office. “Is it Raven?”
“No, brother. Our girl is just fine. But someone’s not going to be when I get my hands on them.”
I gesture for him to look at the computer screen where a video of Doms and their Subs are performing scenes at the club.
“What the fuck?” he growls. “Is that from our security feed? Who posted this?”
“The username is anonymous,” I say, my tone low and seething. “But they’re using a burner account. I’m already tracing the IP.”
Blaze leans over my shoulder, his fists clenching at his sides as he stares at the screen. “That’s private. No one’s supposed to record scenes, let alone share them. It’s against everything we stand for. It’s against their fucking contract.”
I nod, my jaw tight. “Whoever did this didn’t just cross a line; they torched the damn thing. This isn’t just about the club’s reputation. This is about trust. About the safety of everyone involved.”
Blaze slams his fist onto the desk, the sound reverberating through the room. “We’ll find them. And when we do...” He trails off, his eyes narrowing.
“I know,” I reply. “We’ll make sure they understand what it means to betray us. But first, we need to contain the damage. Get ahold of Knox and see if he can get these removed. I have to call everyone in the video and let them know. Luckily the only Subs face that was captured is one that doesn’t care that the world knows about her. The rest of their faces are secured by the Dom’s bodies.”
“Yeah, but some of those Dom’s don’t want their faces out there. Especially the pediatrician.”
Whose face happens to be on the screen as we speak.
“Where did you find this?”
“It was emailed to me,” I answer. “You need to check your email to see if you were sent one. Knox is going to want any information we can give him.”
“Is our scene with Raven in there?” he asks.
I simply glance up at him, and he has his answer.
“Fucking dead,” he growls.
Blaze’s fury mirrors my own, his jaw tightening as he stares at the screen. “They’re dead, Steel. They don’t get to walk away from this.”
“I’m with you,” I say, keeping my voice calm despite the inferno brewing inside me. “But we need to be smart about this. If we rush in blind, we could end up doing more damage.”
Blaze paces, running his hands through his hair. “You’re right. But that doesn’t mean we let this slide for even a second.”
“Agreed. First, we deal with containment. Knox can scrub it from the web, but I want to know how it got out in the first place. The security here isn’t just good—it’s airtight. This had to be someone with inside access.”
Blaze stops pacing and glares at me. “You think it’s one of ours?”
“Not necessarily,” I say. “But it’s someone who knows the system. They bypassed all the protocols.”
Blaze pulls out his phone. “I’ll call Knox now. You handle the others in the video. We owe them transparency about this. They’re going to be pissed.”
I nod grimly. “And they should be. This is a violation of everything we promised them. Trust is everything in this world, Blaze. If we lose that, we lose everything.”
“And Raven?” he asks, his voice softer but no less intense.
“We’ll go over and tell her together,” I say. “As soon as we make these calls, we’ll head out.”
Blaze steps out of the room to make his call, and I refocus on the screen. The video plays in a loop, a sickening reminder of what’s at stake. My hands tighten into fists as the weight of it all settles over me.
I glance at the timestamp on the video. The scene with Raven is near the end. My blood boils at the thought of anyone watching her, analyzing her, objectifying her.
“Dead,” I mutter under my breath, echoing Blaze’s words. Whoever did this is already living on borrowed time.