“And that’s a wrap—”

  The director only managed “wra—”. before Jacob’s hand flashed out and ripped the headset clean off the guy’s head, and hurled it into the fake snow. It landed with a dull thud.

  The director stumbled back two steps, mouth hanging open, eyes bugging out like he’d seen a ghost.

  Jacob didn’t even glance at him. He locked eyes with the nearest camera—red tally light still glowing—and spoke low and flat.

  “We’re going live. Right fucking now.”

  He snatched the cameraman’s phone before the guy could react, thumb flying across the screen. Brazzers X account opened. LIVE button smashed.

  The little red banner flashed across every monitor...