When Marcus got enough evidence on his phone, he burst the door open and asked in a commanding tone, “What the hell is going on here?”
The door slammed hard against the wall with a loud bang that echoed through the whole bedroom. Marcus stood there in the doorway, his phone still gripped tight in one hand, his chest rising and falling fast from running up the stairs. His eyes moved quickly from Jake to me, then back to Jake again. The anger on his face was clear and sharp. His voice filled the room, deep and strong, like he was ready to fight anyone who tried to lie to him. “I said, what the hell is going on here? Bella, Jake, explain yourselves right now! I saw everything through the door. Don’t even try to lie to me. What is this?”
Jake quickly stopped immediately, pulling his lips and
