Mias POV

The tension in the air was almost suffocating as I stepped into the living room. Scarlet and Layla were waiting for me, their expressions smug and predatory. Behind them, the brothers stood like silent spectators, their gazes locked on me as if they were waiting for a show to begin.

You were the one who punched us, Scarlet sneered, crossing her arms. The little saint who thinks she can walk all over us and get away with it.

I stopped in ...