Roy’s POV
Her sobs hit me harder than I expected. Hailey’s tiny frame shook, tears sliding down her cheeks as she clutched the phone in her hands, staring at those damn pictures. Every ounce of control I had slipped. My fists tightened, jaw locking.
“Are you sure… no one else has these?” I asked, my voice low, rough, carrying a warning I didn’t even try to hide.
She sniffled, nodding, her voice trembling. “Yes. I don’t know how they could even resurface now.”
That was it. I didn’t even give her another second. Without another word, I stood, my boots scraping the floor. Brighton was going to pay. He was going to regret ever trying to hurt her. My muscles coiled, my body humming with barely restrained rage. I knew exactly where to find him.
The locker room was loud, teammates laughing,
