Leah
I walked—limping slightly, bloodied and half-n***d but head high—toward Justin. He scrambled backward on his elbows, face swollen and purple, terror leaking from every pore.
“W-what are you doing?” he stammered. “The cops are coming! My mom’s a judge! She’ll bury you—”
I crouched in front of him, close enough that he could see every bruise Ella had left, every smear of blood. My voice came out soft. Deadly calm.
“You tried to r**e me. Now you’re playing victim? Cute.” I tilted my head. “You love filming things, don’t you? Good. This time you’re the star. Do exactly what I say. Or…” I leaned closer. “Your mother’s up for re-election soon. Imagine the headlines. Her golden boy caught assaulting the girl the Dowager Queen Mother just blessed. She won’t just lose her seat. You’ll both
