~Ayden~
It wasn’t easy to watch Mia walk away from me. I wanted to follow her and demand she tell the truth. Many questions still raced through my mind, like why she’d played me. I told her about the pain I’d suffered from Izzy. Guess I’d given her the ammunition she needed to hurt me.
The rational part of me wanted to believe this was a setup. The other part considered every word I just heard. It was the broken part of me that focused on the pain.
My entire body burned with anger as I struggled to keep myself in check. All I wanted was to finish what Mia started—to knock Wesley out cold, leave him lying on the ground like the trash he was. If Bentley wasn’t holding me back, I would.
At least I got satisfaction from seeing the blood on his hand after he wiped his mouth. It was the same
