Lola’s POV

My knees dug into the floor after the slap. The rough fibers scratched my skin through the fabric of my dress.

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even lift my head. The boys stood around me in a half-circle, some grinning, some smirking, all watching.

My vision blurred, the edges darkening as though the room itself was closing in on me.

Mike leaned close, his voice sharp in my ear, each word cutting deep.

“Even if Flint isn’t badly injured, I’ll still have him locked up in ...