THE NIGHT BEFORE...
The five boys were asleep.
Not peacefully—but with the arrogance of predators who thought they'd gotten away with something unforgivable. Their breaths were heavy, scattered across the room they shared at the boys’ dorm. Empty bottles, discarded shoes, and filthy grins from earlier lingered in the air.
Then the temperature shifted.
A low creak echoed by the window.
Something—someone—moved in the shadows.
And then…
A hand.
A whisper.
A dart of movement too swift for the eye.
One by one, they were yanked from their beds—gagged, blindfolded, and dragged out silently, like prey. Their muffled protests were met with the cold press of steel against their throats and a calm voice whispering:
“You touched the wrong girl.”
Ethan Westwood, usually sarcastic, playful,
