Rolex's POV
I stood in the kitchen, staring into my black coffee like it held all the answers. The events from yesterday kept replaying in my mind - Mia tied to that pillar, bruises marking her skin, those bastards laughing at her pain. My grip tightened around the mug. What bothered me most wasn't just what happened to her, but how much it affected me.
The sound of footsteps pulled me from my thoughts. Xavier walked in, car keys dangling from his fingers.
"I'll take Mia to school today," he said casually, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl.
"No." The word came out like a growl.
Xavier paused mid-bite, studying me with those annoyingly perceptive eyes of his. "Since when are you so protective of our little stepsister?"
He crossed his arms, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. "Bes
