Riley's POV
The door slams open so hard it rattles the walls and the sound snaps through me.
Ethan stands there, filling the doorway, his chest rising fast, his eyes burning as they take everything in. Me on the table, my dress torn, my hair a mess, the brothers standing too close, too sure of themselves.
For one stupid second, my heart jumps because I think maybe he’ll rush them, maybe he’ll yell, maybe he’ll finally act like a husband who cares.
But he doesn’t move.
He just stares.
His jaw tightens, his fists clench at his sides, knuckles turning white, and I can see the anger vibrating through him, but it isn’t aimed where it should be. He knows better than to lunge at them. He knows better than to fight them. He knows exactly what would happen if he tried.
The brothers straigh
