“Will you stop f*****g flipping out now?” I growled down at Imani.
With her curly hair in all different directions and her eyes wide, she lay on Landon’s parents’ bed in a daze. “I just …” she whispered, peeling her gaze away from mine and pulling on her clothes. “I don’t want any of you to go to jail for this.”
“We won’t go to jail.”
She tugged on her jeans and buttoned them. “You don’t know that.”
I clenched my hands into tight fists by the door, annoyance rushing through me. I’d thought f*****g her would relax us both, would show her that this was all f*****g for her, but I guessed that hadn’t been enough.
“We won’t,” I said.
“But what if you do, João?” she snapped, staring at me with just as much annoyance.
“We won’t!” I said, raising my voice louder than expected.
“But—”
“Why
