(Tyron's POV)
When I arrive at Sanya's maternal house, her brothers are nervously waiting for me, standing in front of the door like guilty men about to face judgment, and I can see it in the way they shift their weight from foot to foot, in the way Derek's jaw clenches and releases, in the way Brandon's eyes dart around looking for an escape route that doesn't exist.
I jump out of the car and storm towards them with rage rolling off me like a tsunami, and I don't even bother closing the door behind me because all I can think about is that bastard Aaron, the man who's been living under my roof, sleeping in my house, eating my food, working as my Beta while romancing my wife behind my back.
"You better have what I asked for," I say before even reaching them, my voice low and dangerous, t
