Izzy
I slip into the changing rooms, feeling the adrenaline still buzzing in my veins. Quickly, I snap a picture of myself in the blonde wig, making sure it’s just enough to capture the look without being too revealing. I change out of the outfit and leave the club, my thoughts racing. The last thing I need is to run into Zade and risk him piecing things together.
The walk to his and Gray’s place feels like a mission, every step driving me closer to my plan. When I finally get inside, I look around, calling out, “Gray?”
“Through here, Iz. What’s up?” His voice comes from a doorway down the hall, and I make my way in, finding him alone in his office. Perfect.
I step in, trying to appear casual, but I’m brimming with nerves. “I need your help, but you can’t tell anyone,” I say, my eyes w
