Jinzo and Jaz made their way into the shower room. There was only one stall in use, steam curling from above, Nash's.
Jinzo's grin widened the moment he spotted it. He yanked Jaz toward the stall right beside it. It was unoccupied, a perfect stage for his little show of power.
His eyes were alight with a plan that she hadn't quite caught on to.
"Wait, Jinzo… what are you?!" Jaz's voice was low, hesitant.
She looked up at him, her eyes wide, searching for any hint of doubt, but his expression was set in stone.
"I'll show him who's the boss," he cut her off, leaning close. "Nash thinks he can take everything from me. My spot, my pride. Fine. Let him watch while I take you. Right under his nose."
Her face burned, caught between anger and shame.
"That's crazy…! People will—"
"Don't worry," he cut her off, "That's the goal. He'll know it's us."
