ANITA

The text burned in my hand like it had weight. Maddox tried to take the phone again but I held on tighter, staring at that screenshot of my own face twisted in pleasure while two men claimed me. My stepbrother and his best friend. The evidence was clear as daylight.

“You’re not going,” Maddox said again, voice low and final. He pulled me closer against his chest, one arm banded around my waist like he could shield me from the whole world. His skin was still warm from earlier, heart beating steady under my cheek.

Festus sat up on the other side of the bed, running a hand down...