Chapter 2
Sophia POV
“Come in,” I whispered, my voice cracking just enough to make me want to punch myself in the throat.
Marcus stepped past me without a word, his boots heavy on the hardwood floor of the sorority living room.
The door clicked shut behind him and the lock sounded way too loud in the quiet house.
My sisters were still laughing softly in the kitchen over the last of the shots, completely clueless that my whole world was about to get f****d sideways right here in the middle of our victory night.
He didn’t sit down.
He just walked straight to the big leather couch, dropped the thick manila folder on the coffee table with a heavy thud, and tossed the silver USB drive next to it like it was nothing.
Then he turned around, crossed his arms over that broad chest, and
