Riley's POV 

Immediately the words leave my lips, he grabs me by the neck.

His hand wraps tight around my throat, choking me hard, cutting off my air as my back presses harder against the wall. My feet barely touch the floor as his grip tightens.

“How dare you mess with me like this, Riley,” he snarls, his voice low and thick with rage. “I could snap your damn neck right now and face the fucking consequences.”

His fingers squeeze harder, and spots begin to dance in front of my eyes.

I claw at his hand with both of mine, scratching and pulling, trying desperately to get him off me,...