"Shhh," Ken whispered, gripping his phone tightly as he crouched beside Bee. "I'm your boss, and I excel at this."
"But, boss, you've never secretly taken photos of anyone before," Bee whispered, fidgeting. He wanted to be the one to do it so he could get on Tyson's good side.
Tyson had instructed them to take pictures of Alex whenever he talked to the girls—or face a severe beating. So here they were, doing what they believed they did best.
Ken scoffed. "I've never killed anyone before—should I begin with you?"
Bee gulped and remained silent.
The two crouched behind a metal box, peeking out at the field where Alex and his team played football under the night sky. It was Alex against all the girls, who laughed and giggled, seizing every opportunity to touch him.
"Take it… Take it already!" Bee urged.
"Quit smacking my hand, you idiot! I can't click properly!" Ken hissed back.
