Mia’s POV
Sitting in the car with the four brothers felt suffocating. The air was thick with tension, their eyes burning into me, each one waiting for me to slip. I hated this—being trapped with them, feeling their presence too close, their voices too demanding.
Nathan was the first to break the silence. “Why did you run to him?” His voice was low, almost calm, but I could hear the edge beneath it.
I crossed my arms, leaning back against the seat. “I didn’t run to him,” I lied, keeping my face neutral. “I was just hiding.”
Xavier scoffed. “Hiding?” His fingers tapped against the steering wheel, his jaw tight. “From us?”
“Yes.” The word slipped out before I could stop it. But I didn’t regret it. I was hiding—from them, from the truth, from the pain they caused me.
Rolex turned in his
