Mathew’s grip on the steering wheel tightened as he navigated the familiar streets toward home.
The school parking lot faded in the rearview mirror, along with the humiliating scene in the principal’s office.
Joseph sat rigidly in the passenger seat, the evidence of his earlier encounter with Alex still slick between his thighs, making every shift in his seat a reminder of what he had done.
The air in the car was thick with tension, silent except for the low hum of the engine and the occasional tap of Mathew’s fingers against the wheel.
Joseph stole a glance at his stepfather. Mathew was a commanding presence: six-foot-three, broad-shouldered from years of weightlifting, with a chiseled jawline.
At thirty-eight, he exuded quiet authority, the kind that made Joseph’s stomach twist
