Twisted version

THIRD PERSON'S POV

For a split second, he thought against invading Zoey's privacy. It wasn't gentlemanly and appropriate to pry into someone else's phone. And no matter how curious and skeptical he was, it still wasn't right.

With a changed mind, he threw the phone on the bed. But then, another ping came and his glance caught sight of something.

"What?" He muttered, picking the phone up again and hacking through her passcode. He knew little tricks up his sleeves.

He read the last message.

-Meet me later, tonight. Make sure you have the cash, and in exchange, I tell you all about Jordy's son.-

"Jordy's son?" Zach was lost. What is this? Who is this? He clicked on the number and went to his profile. Horror struck him hard as the tattooed body and face of the thug he almost beat up in this room popped up.

No fucking way! He knew it. He goddamn knew Zoey had something going on with this guy. It was there, the familiarity. The authority. The hold they seemed to have on each other. How defe