Harley’s P.O.V.

Carlos’s arms tightened around me as his glare snapped toward Aaron and Arnold. His voice thundered low, like a storm ready to break.

“Did you two tell your friends? Did you break this?”

His tone was sharp, accusing. “Of course, it must be you both. You stir trouble wherever you go, always making others’ lives difficult.

If you want to create issues for me, fine. I’ll take it. But I will not ever tolerate you harming my wife.”

The air between them burned with tension as he blamed his cousins without hesitation. Aaron’s face was drained of color. He quickly stepped forward, shaking his head in desperation.

“No,...