Sienna

I couldn’t breathe. The words on the screen blurred as my hands shook.

You’re fucking your step-brother.

It repeated in my mind like a scream I couldn’t shut off.

Jaxon stood in the doorway, his phone lit with the same message. His jaw was tight, but I could see the fear in his eyes.

“Who the hell has our numbers?” I whispered, my throat dry.

Before he could answer, my phone buzzed again.

Another message.

Don’t bother hiding. I saw everything.

My chest went cold. I clutched the phone like it might burn me. Jaxon stepped closer, reading over my shoulder, his expression hardening.

“Someone’s messing with us,” he...