He grabs hold of my shirt and starts yanking it up my body, exposing my bra. I squirm and wriggle to no avail. Everything goes dark for a moment as he drags the shirt over my head, leaving it at my arms. His smile is vicious and cruel.

“That’s where you’re wrong,” he murmurs. “No one’s stopping me and you’re right beneath me where you belong.”

Seconds crawl by like endless eternities.

I stare at the open window, wondering if Callum will ever show up. Levi follows my gaze to the window and shakes his head.

“He chose his career and family name over you, Willa. I showed him the video. I’m sorry, but your boyfriend chose to protect himself. No one is coming.” He grinds his hard dick against me. “It’s just the two of us now. Always.”

No one’s coming for me.

I burst into tears and try not to puke when Levi starts kissing them away.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Callum

Darren Paulson is dirty as fuck. I knew he was a slimy piece of shit the day he came into the principal’s office when his rotten son had pictures of Willa. He just gave off a vibe. But seeing actual proof is something entirely different.

He’s a snake.

The documentation Jude dug up was plentiful and keeps coming as he unearths it. We’ll never be able to use it in court, considering the means we obtained them, but it’ll be enough to open up an investigation.

“What can you do about it?” I ask Sloane, drumming my fingers on the edge of her desk.

She purses her lips and studies her computer monitor. “I mean, there’s enough here from this ‘anonymous’ tip to get a warrant. He’s not some rando messing with another rando. Paulson is an esteemed attorney going out of his way to sway an election by conspiring to damage your family reputation.”

The Park Mountain police station is quiet this evening aside from a couple cops barking out laughter from somewhere within the building. Sloane continues to click through the documents sent to her from Jude via an encrypted email claiming to be anonymous.

A creak resounds from the station’s front door and then footsteps squeak across the linoleum floor. Hugo rounds the corner wearing a scowl.

“Well?” he asks, gaze darting between the two of us.

“It’s big,” Sloane says with a tired sigh. “What did you guys do to piss him off?”

Knowing our family, the list is probably endless. We Parks are always raining on someone’s parade.

When Hugo starts interrogating Sloan about her information, I pull my phone from my pocket to let Willa know I might be later than expected. Several texts sit unread.

Willa: Please hurry. Levi’s trying to get into my room and he’s scaring me.

Seconds later, I see she’s sent another one.