I bob my head up and down and lower my hands. “Yeah, that’s definitely not him. My uncle’s hair is black, and that guy on the video looks way younger.”

Weirdly, Jaxon smiles. “This is perfect.”

I gape at him. “That my aunt’s having an affair? I mean, I don’t really care, but I don’t know how it’s perfect.”

Jax looks over my head. About a second later, I feel an arm drape around my shoulders as Hunter steps up beside me with a similar smile as Jax’s.

“It’s perfect because it gives us blackmail material to get your pretty little ass permanently out of that house.” He looks delighted by this. Both of them do.

“So, you want to use this video to force my aunt to let me move out?” I question, and they nod. I sigh. “As lovely as that sounds, I don’t think it’ll be that easy since my uncle makes most of the decisions, and he’s already said I have to live with them until I’m eighteen.”

“That doesn’t matter,” Hunter insists. “You give someone a good enough reason to make something happen, and they will. We’re gonna use this video to make your aunt convince him. We just need to make sure she feels backed into a corner.”

“I guess it could work.” Still, I have a feeling it won’t be that easy. “You guys do seem like the kind who could easily make someone feel backed into a corner.”

A smirk spreads across Hunter’s face. Even Jax looks a bit cocky in that moment.

“Oh, we definitely are, baby.” Hunter keeps on grinning, while Jax chuckles. “You’ll see that at school tomorrow—just how scary we are and how much people fear us.” He pulls me closer to him then turns us toward the front door. “They’re going to fear you, too. Just you wait. Shit like what happened on the bridge won’t happen again.” He pulls open the front door.

“We just need to figure out who did it to her,” Jax adds as we step outside. Then he turns to lock up the door.

“What are you guys going to do to them when you figure out who it is?” I wonder, looking up into the night-kissed sky.

The neighborhood is quiet and lit up by lampposts and porch lights, and the air smells of a chilly night full of possibilities.

Hunter laughs darkly. “Break them apart.”

I glance at him, and he flashes me an innocent smile.

“What?”

I eye him over. “You’re going to beat them up?”

“Nope. That’d be way too easy.” He tugs me with him as he starts down the front porch steps.

Jax moves up to the side of me and stuffs the house keys into his pocket. Then he takes my hand. Hunter still has his arm draped around me, so it’s a little weird, but I’m not about to pull away from either of them. Truthfully, I feel safe. Like, safer than I have felt in a long time.