Aaron's POV
"f**k!"
The word rips from my throat as I lunge forward.
I'm not thinking as I gently shove Maya aside to run after the culprit. Could it be a pap?
I thought they were all waiting in front of the club. How did one get back here?
My feet propel forward on their own. My head is a mess. My body is hot.
The person with the camera is already a shadow, melting into the deeper shadows at the end of the alley.
The flash still burns in my eyes, but it's the thought of that image, captured forever, that sends a jolt of pure anger through me.
My feet pounds against the pavement. I have to catch them. I have to get that camera. I have to destroy that picture.
It can't get out. Not again.
Fuck.
Why do I care if the picture gets out?
I don't care why. I
