I shouldn’t. I’m only asking for trouble, aren’t I? I shake my head at myself, determined not to stir up more problems than I already have. Sure, everybody is at the wedding, and I’m positive they’ll be there for hours—things had hardly started by the time I left.

That doesn’t mean I can sneak around, nor does it mean I should.

Yet by the time I’m finished putting on my pajamas, curiosity is threatening to kill me. There has to be something I could use against them, something I can hold over their heads the next time they want to hurt me. Obviously, the threat of going to the police means nothing, especially thanks to that little recording Colt made. Could I find something just as damning? I can’t be the only girl they’ve hurt this way, and I can’t be the only one they’ve recorded for posterity.

There’s only one way to find out, and the longer I spend fighting with myself, the more time I waste. That’s why, even though the house is dark and quiet, I run down the hall on tiptoes and enter Colt’s room.

There’s a laptop on his desk, and since it’s the only thing sitting around that looks even remotely useful, I open it in hopes of being able to access some of the files without needing a password. Maybe luck is finally going my way since a swipe across the trackpad with my finger opens up the desktop. A tingling sensation rushes over me, and my heartbeat picks up. I listen hard for any signs of someone coming home early, but the only thing to reach my ears is silence. This is as good a time as any.

Is he this stupid or simply so full of himself that he doesn’t think to cover his tracks? There’s a folder right there on the desktop with my name on it. What could he possibly have? Maybe a copy of the audio file from last night? Not that I want to hear it again, but it would be good to know they have a backup sitting around.

The folder contains a few items, the first of which is a video. I can’t tell much from the thumbnail, so I click on it, hoping against hope it’s not anything too disgusting.

I guess my luck can only run so far since, instantly, I’m transported back to the night of the party. The night they both forced me to suck Nix’s dick. I want to turn my eyes away from it, but I can’t stop watching. From this vantage point, it’s even more disgusting. The way I so obviously struggle, and the tears in my eyes. The gagging, choking sounds I made while the brothers only laughed at me.