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“You’re Cassian Bravo. You have sixteen million followers. In one hour, you’re going to post a picture of yourself right now. No makeup, no filter, sitting on your sad beige couch in that ratty hoodie. And the caption is going to be: ‘Bodycheck pics? Here’s a real one. Yeah, I’ve been messy. Yeah, I’ve been sad. But I’m still here. And nobody—nobody—extorts my family.’ ”

“My ex-trainer, Rusty. I fired him three months ago for leaking my game-day schedule to a betting ring. He said this is just ‘a taste.’ He wants two million by tomorrow or he sends the whole set to Barstool, TMZ, and my girlfriend’s father.” bravo bodycheck pics

Her phone buzzed. Cassian.

“They’ll respect you,” Lena said. “While you’re doing that, I’m calling the FBI. Rusty crossed state lines with those images—that’s interstate extortion. I already have his IP from the email.” “You’re Cassian Bravo

She smiled and typed back: “Just pay your invoice. And next time, don’t take mirror selfies in a rage-room.” No makeup, no filter, sitting on your sad