They’ve successfully retrieved my secret phone, and now they want to know its password. But I’ve been silent. I can’t tell them the password—I must not. They mustn’t read our chat. Our chat history isn’t long, but the brothers mustn’t see it.
"So you won’t tell us its password?" Cooper asked as he examined the phone.
"She’s silent; she won’t speak," Parker sighed.
Bryce, who was leaving the room, sat down again. I’m sure he’s curious about what’s on the phone and why I’m refusing to share the password.
"I can call a tech expert, and your phone will be unlocked. It’ll take up to ten or twenty minutes, but an expert will easily unlock your phone. Are you going to remain silent?" Gavin lowered himself beside .
"Don’t make things harder than they are; just give us the password," he groaned, but I kept my gaze on the floor and refused to look at either of them. I’m still on my knees. I refuse to stand up.
"It’s not working; let’s call an expert." Parker grew tired of waiting. He took out a cigarette, lit it, and put it into his mouth before inhaling the smoke.
"I think I might also need that," Gavin said, accepting a cigarette and lighting it as well. They sound frustrated; they’ve been trying to get to unlock the phone for the past fifteen minutes, but I’ve remained silent. I’ve never frustrated them this much—or maybe I have. They were really frustrated the day I ran away. It’s been a while; it’s refreshing to see them like this.
It’s nice to see them angry and frustrated. It’s how they make feel every day; they’re only having a taste of their own dicine. Good for them.
Cooper took out his phone, dialed a number, and yelled into it. "I want to see you in the next ten minutes. I don’t care. Fly. Jump. Swim. Or run. Do whatever it takes; get here within the next ten minutes." Then he disconnected the call and hurriedly dropped the phone on the table. He took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair; he looked sincerely frustrated.
Why does this make happy? I know I’m in deep shit; I’ll be in much deeper shit if they unlock my phone, but their frustration just makes feel better.
Lowering my head, I secretly laughed at them before wiping the smile off my face, but Bryce, unfortunately, caught . He saw laugh.
"You’re laughing?" He huffed in disbelief. "You think this is funny?" His words drew his brothers’ attention to .
"Oh, is that why you knelt down—to laugh without being noticed?" Gavin shook his head. "She’s doing this on purpose, isn’t she?" He looked at his brothers.
"I can’t believe you," Cooper ca to again.
"You’re laughing?" He looked into my face, but I refused to et his gaze. I’m afraid I might end up laughing in his face, and that would really piss him off. Cooper is not the type of person I should anger.
I can make the others very mad, but I shouldn’t make him that mad. No, he won’t do anything to ; I have to keep him on my side. He’s the only one I can manipulate with my tears, so I mustn’t make him too angry.
"No... No," I answered.
"Then what were you doing?"
"I wasn’t..." I started to say sothing but paused for no reason and remained quiet.
"It’s been ten minutes. Where is the idiot?" Parker groaned.
Cooper picked up his phone and called the expert.
"I’m close by, sir; I swear I’ll be there in the next ten minutes," the expert shouted, breathing heavily. Cooper told him to run. Is he running? Or is he flying? Funny. I want to burst into laughter, but I can’t.
Cooper dropped the phone without another word to him.
"He’ll be here soon; just calm down," he murmured.
The tech expert showed up about twelve minutes later with wet, ruffled hair, a sweaty body, and clothes, and he wasn’t wearing pants—just boxers.
"Why are you dressed like that?" Bryce scowled at his untidiness.
"Sir, to be honest, I was with my wife when the call ca in. I was about to... to release but couldn’t because... because..." The man stuttered.
"Just open the fucking phone," Parker groaned, rolling his eyes. He has finished at least three cigarettes; he’s on the fourth one.
He appears to be the most frustrated out of the bunch. He is an idiot.
"Yes, sir," the man said, then started working on the phone with his tools, and it didn’t take long before the phone was unlocked.
"Sir, it’s open."
Cooper snatched the phone from him and started scrolling through it. The others waited as he went through the phone.
"Sir... Can I go now? My wife is still waiting." The tech expert touched his manhood to show what he ant, but none of the brothers paid him any attention.
"I guess I can go." He lowered his head, turned, and rushed out of the eting room.
I wonder what Cole is up to. Is he still waiting there? I told him to wait. Sigh.
I don’t want the brothers to hurt him. He is such a good guy. I’ll hate myself if they hurt him.
Cooper kept going through the phone until he got to a particular part. I’m assuming he’s on my WhatsApp right now.
His posture and facial expression indicate that he’s caught sothing; even his brothers noticed.
"What did you see?" Gavin imdiately questioned.
"Wait a second..." Cooper continued to read our ssages until he was satisfied. Once he was done, he passed the phone to Gavin.
"They kissed," he announced, his gaze on now. "Or rather, he sexually assaulted her."
"What?!" Hearing his second statent made spring to my feet. Sexual... Sexual... Sexual assault?
I know what this is. They’ll change the narrative. They’ll accuse Cole of sexually assaulting even though he didn’t, and will send him to prison. That’s what they’ll do.
"Oh, he did?" Parker said. He didn’t seem like the type to sexually assault his crush. "He must be a true bastard," he added, puffing out a cloud of smoke.
"I guess we already know his fate," Bryce said, standing to his feet with a sigh. Then he added, "Call the cops. Send him straight to prison; that’s where he belongs."
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