His nostrils flare and violence gleams in his eyes. “She’s not my real sister.”

“Go home,” I grit out. “I’m done with this conversation.”

He pokes my chest. “This conversation is over when I say it’s over.”

I’ve had enough of this fuck face. Rolling my head over my shoulders, I crack my neck in hopes to calm the building rage that’s settling in my bones.

“You’re going to want to hear this,” he says in a smug voice. “And then you’re going to do exactly as I say.”

The rain continues to beat down on us. As much as I want to shove past him, I don’t. His calculating stare tells me he’s up to something. Considering Willa lives in his house, and it’s my duty to protect her from this piece of shit, I stay rooted in place, ready to hear him out.

For Willa.

I tense when he pulls something out of his hoodie pocket, half expecting it to be a weapon. It’s not a knife or a gun. It’s his phone. He swipes it and then taps the screen. As soon as the sweet familiar sounds pierce the air, bile creeps up my throat.

Willa.

It’s fucking Willa.

Her perfect moans that I’ve committed to memory are replaying back to me. They’re slightly muffled but obvious that she’s receiving pleasure. Levi turns his phone toward me. Rain splatters the screen, but I can see my classroom door clearly. My name is emblazoned on the placard beside the door. Sexual grunts and moans are clear as day coming through the closed door.

That motherfucker spied on us.

I knew it was reckless having sex with her at school, but I’d been so out of my mind with the need to comfort and claim her. I was careless. Now, because of my actions, this sick punk has something against me—against Willa.

I’m going to fucking puke.

The grunts and moans eventually cease. Then, you hear my voice and hers as we laugh and talk. It’s disturbing to know our private moment was being watched and recorded. Our moment of happiness was being observed to later be used against us.

“What do you want from me?” I demand in a low growl.

“I already told you.” He glowers at me. “Stay away from Willa.”

“And let you get your sleazy hands on her?” I scoff at him. “Not going to happen. Besides, you can’t prove anything. It could have been anyone behind that classroom door.”

“Nice try. Keep watching. The good part is coming.”

The classroom door opens, revealing both me and Willa. She stares up at me like I’m her whole fucking world. In the video, I glance into the hallway to check for anyone watching and then I steal a tender kiss.

We thought we were alone.