Raine's POV
What the f**k is wrong with men?
I barrelled my way down the hallway as rage burned through every inch of my body. I wanted to kill every single man in that room. Every. Single. One. Starting with Blackjack and his stupid speech, then Ambrose for starting it all in the first place, and then moving on to all the idiots who laughed like it was the funniest thing they'd ever heard.
I found a bathroom at the end of the hall and shoved the door open. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as I stumbled to the sink and turned the faucet on full blast, splashing cold water over my face.
It didn't help. Nothing ever helped when I experienced things like this at the hands of men.
I braced my hands on the edge of the sink and stared at the drain as water dripped off my face. The bik
