Mia’s POV
The moment I walked into that room, the moment I didn’t break, didn’t fall for his manipulation—he knew he had lost.
I should have felt victorious. I should have felt satisfied.
But all I felt was rage.
Because I had let him get this close.
I had trusted him—even if just a little. I had let him speak to me like family, had let him use my mother’s name like it was something he had any right to claim.
And while I was playing along with his game, my brothers—
I turned my head toward the cage, my breath catching in my throat.
My stomach dropped.
They were ruined.
Chains dug into their wrists, raw and bleeding from where they had struggled against them. Rolex’s knuckles were split, his breathing labored like he had spent hours fighting against something he couldn't break. Xa
