The viewer count shattered 4,000. The chat was a waterfall of disbelief and hype.
I couldn't help shaking my head, still sitting in the Veneno, watching this circus unfold through the windshield.
Connor Hayes was technically our friend back then, he'd proven himself loyal enough to enter our inner circle (Me, Tommy and the Twins). Which meant he knew things. Real things. Including how Kayla Richards had actually gotten that software.
The seduction. The manipulation.
The way Sarah's friend had played me like a fucking violin.
I'd been sixteen. Kayla had been cute, flirty, paying attention to me when nobody else did. She'd shown interest.
Asked questions.
Made me feel seen.
And somewhere in those late-night conversations, she'd mentioned this blockchain project she was working on. How she was struggling with the cryptographic protocols and whatnots. How she'd heard I was good with code.
