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“Please, Sierra, I promise to show you. Just not here. Let’s go,” I plead with her.

I don’t know what finally convinces her, but she relents and I wrap my arm around her shoulder and lead her out of the building, quickening our pace as I hear Wesley calling for her.

When she sees the video, she’s going to break. She doesn’t need everyone to see her reaction to what I’m about to show her.

“Text Cyrus,” is all I can say. He needs to be with us when we show her. He’s the one she feels closest to right now.

I’m going to fucking kill Savannah. I know she’s behind it. I’m not sure about Wesley. He legitimately seemed upset.

Chapter 33

Wesley

Ten minutes earlier

“Wes, baby,” Savannah calls from where she’s perched at the front of the building. “Come here.”

I have no desire to see her. I’m on a mission to Sierra’s locker with a nice picture of her I pieced together from a porn website with her face photoshopped on it. I’m putting it up in her locker, so when she opens the door to get out her books, it’s the first thing she sees.

If Sierra keeps to schedule, she should be getting here anytime now. And I want a prime view when she shows up so I can see her reaction.

It takes no time to open her locker and put up the explicit picture, thanks to having her combination. A nice benefit to being the football god of the school. I get any and everything I want.

And all I want is for Sierra to suffer. For all her dirty secrets to come out, but not until I’ve fucked with her a bit.

Once the picture is up, I head back to the entrance to the school so I can see her arrive.

As I’m walking, I feel my phone vibrating in my pocket and pull it out.

It’s a video message, but I’m not familiar with the number it’s from. It’s not one of my contacts.

Opening it, I watch the scene play out. I can tell it’s cropped. But that’s not what gets me. It’s from the night at my house. The one where Sierra ruined my life.

It’s a closeup of Sierra and my dad’s lower half. His voice is muffled over so you can’t hear what he’s saying. Sierra’s, though? You can hear her faintly, even though it’s been altered slightly.

Except now that I’m getting a different view, it’s then I see her mouth ‘stop’.

She doesn’t look like she’s enjoying it; in fact, she seems out of it. Bile rises in my throat. Was I wrong the whole time? A stabbing pain pierces my heart, so intense I about crumble to the floor.

Fucking Savannah! I’m going to kill her.

I should have known she was doing something with the flash drive when she took it. The lying fucking cunt. If I had only looked at it when I found it. Shit would be so different now.

Laughter rings out around me, and I realize I’ve stopped in the middle of the hallway. Looking up, I see Brax, Colt, and Zan standing around Sierra.

Has she seen the video? Does she know she was even recorded?

I need to go home and play the full drive. Suddenly, I realize I’ve made a fucking mistake, and that my dad is the true villain in the tale of my shattered life. But unfortunately, that means I’m the monster in Sierra’s.

“Sierra!” I shout.

I need to talk to her, but the guys are rushing her out of the building.

I’m frozen. I want to chase after her, hug her and tell her I’m sorry, but I can’t move.

A slender arm wraps around my neck as lips crash down on mine. My stomach flip-flops. They’re not who I want to kiss.

My mind is so jumbled.

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