Enamor (Hearts of Stone #3) by Veronica Larsen Page A

learn the website was live three months before the video of me was even filmed. But by then, there was already a collection of pictures and videos of young women, all taken without their consent, as the captions boast.  
    For the last time…it wasn't me, Julia. I didn't do it.  
    Liar. Andrew never once denied filming us, of course, he just always insisted he wasn't behind the video making it onto the website. I knew in my gut that was a lie from the beginning and now I'm one hundred percent certain. He knew about his best friend's website and filmed me with the intention of posting the video there. He knew exactly what he was doing.  
    The thought that his disgusting action wasn't out of post-breakup spite, but out of pure calculation that began while we were still dating, somehow makes it all worse. Blinding anger grabs onto me and makes me want to break something. I close my hands into tight fists.
    "I want the whole site taken down," I say to my uncle, in a voice I don't quite recognize. "And I want everyone behind it to pay for what they've done."
    "I agree. But my first priority is to have any footage of you removed as quickly as possible. From there, we have a lot of legal ground to strong-arm Franklin to shut down the site."
    My uncle says that even if Franklin is dumb enough to put up a fight in an attempt to defend his site, we will bombard him with civil and criminal charges, drowning him in the costs of damages and legal proceedings.
    "Criminal charges?"
    "California has a two-party consent law, making it a crime to record private interactions without the consent of all parties involved. The list of potential charges is long but, for starters, your ex can be charged with illegal wiretapping and this Franklin guy with distributing the illegal content."
    "Does that mean jail time?"  
    "Hard to say. That will largely depend on the judge, but that is always a possibility."
    I think on it for a few seconds. Up until today, I'd only considered my own situation, but this has affected many more girls than just me. The website's sole purpose is to allow vindictive people to leak naked pictures and videos of young women engaged in explicit sexual activity, none of which were meant for anyone else's eyes, and many of which were taken without consent. Steven doesn't have an ounce of remorse for what he's done. And Andrew? I doubt he does, either.  
    "Let's bury these assholes." My voice is low and mean and determined. I've always been respectful in the way I speak around my uncle, but he doesn't even blink at my use of profanity.  
    Instead, he nods knowingly, and says, "That motherfucker had no idea who he was messing with."
    And, for the first time in our meeting, a small but genuine grin pulls at my mouth. My uncle is known as a monster of an attorney, he will sink his steel jaws into this case and not let up until he gets the outcome he seeks. But the reason for my grin is the proud spark in my uncle's eyes, telling me he wasn't referring to himself.  
    He was referring to me.
    That motherfucker had no idea who he was messing with.
    The next few days are busy with work. I've picked up extra shifts now that classes are officially over. I'm not taking any classes over the summer session, in order to save money to be able to cut back on work hours once the fall quarter starts up again in a few months. Over the past few days, there's been a pleasant shift for me at work. Ever since Lex rescued me from crying in front of Steven, she and I have grown inexplicably closer in a way she never allowed before. We've fallen into a comfortable space where our conversations have quickly evolved from tense, forced small talk to what I'd imagine friends would have.  
    Wednesday rolls around and at just four in the afternoon, the lunch crowd is gone and the dinner crowd has yet to trickle in. I usually don't like when things slow down this much. But Lex is keeping me company, filling out order forms, something she could do in her