Ian's POV
What is she doing with him?
I can't stop thinking about it—her with Vance. That bastard. My stomach twists every time I picture it. He’s nothing but trouble, and I’ve always known he’d be a problem. I always knew he couldn’t stay away from her.
I’m sitting here, scrolling through my phone, trying to push the thoughts down, but they keep crawling back up, bubbling to the surface. Anger pulses through my veins, sharp and hot, with each swipe of my thumb.
I hate him. I f*****g hate him. That look he gave me—like he was daring me to do something. His arrogance. It makes me want to break something. To break him.
I just want to go back to when it was just me and Mona. Before he showed up, before he started throwing his weight around. But I can’t even do that, can I? She’s the one
