Steven’s voice didn’t shake.
Steven swallowed hard. “Jonathan is not innocent. He is weak, but he is not innocent. He has always known what Leah is. He has just always preferred to look away.”
Ryan’s chest tightened, anger flickering. “Get to the point.”
Steven’s breath hitched. “The point is… one night.”
He paused, eyes flickering away like the memory tasted like rot.
“One of Leah’s wild nights,” Steven said.
Ryan didn’t blink. Tevin and Maxwell stayed silent.
Steven’s voice came out rougher. “She went out. To have fun. To do what she does.”
Ryan’s jaw clenched. “With one of her lovers.”
“With her gigolo,” Steven corrected, and the word carried disgust.
Ryan’s stomach tightened.
Steven said the name like it was poison. “Luis Marvric.”
Tevin’s brows lifted slightly at the speci
