Bad Boy Brody(46)

He stared at me, glaring. Then he stopped abruptly, the fight finally leaving him.

“Fine. I know the password to his computer.”

I motioned to him. “After you.”

He scowled at me, rubbing his neck as he led the way. Kellerman had his desk setup on one end of the room, and behind it, large windows showcased the mountains. Two leather chairs were in front of his desk, and there was a couch on the other side of the room. Bookshelves stretched the entire length of the back wall.

Finn went to the computer and turned over the plaque on the desk, revealing the password that was taped underneath. Finn shrugged. “Matt has all the same habits. He just doesn’t know that we know ’em.” He typed in the password.

I went to stand behind him, watching as he clicked on an icon. Security footage came up, with cameras showing all over the estate. Finn clicked through a few until he got to the ones of my cabin.

The front door.

I said, “Next.”

The back door.

Another, “Next.”

He hesitated before clicking on a camera feed that was pointing right at the second-floor patio.

I knew what that meant.

I forced myself to wait. I couldn’t go nuts, not yet.

“Are those the only three angles?”

Finn looked back at me. “Yeah.”

I gestured to the history folder. “Pull that up.”

“Look.” He straightened away from the computer, motioning toward it. “It’s just the doors and your patio. He didn’t break any privacy codes or anything. We’re allowed to put cameras on our land.”

I sat in the seat and clicked on the history folder. As it pulled up all the old footage he saved, I asked, “This house is in Morgan’s name, right?”

I was clicking through them. There was nothing incriminating.

When I didn’t hear him respond, I looked back up.

His eyes were wide and alarmed.

I pushed from the computer again. “Finn. Am I right?”

“Yes. It’s Morgan’s land. She inherited it from Karen.”

I had already known that, but like the cameras, I just needed one to confirm it.

Jen moved forward. “What does that mean?”

I shot her a look before going back to the saved video footage. “It means none of these cameras had Morgan’s permission to be put up.” I shared Finn in the same look. “And my contract says all privacy. These cameras violate that stipulation. Would your brother bug my cabin?”

“No! My God. Matt isn’t some eavesdropping cree—”

As he spoke, I clicked on the last footage saved.

Every cell in my body froze.

Finn’s gaze jumped to it. “Oh, fuck.”

The image was clear even before I played it.

Morgan was straddling me. We were on that back patio, and I knew exactly what we would be doing when I hit play.

As the screen came to life, Morgan was straddling me, her mouth over mine. I let it play for just a second, but it was a second too long.

Rage was rising in me.

My arms began shaking as I grabbed a USB and copied everything to it.

“What are you doing?”

I clipped out, “Evidence.”

I couldn’t lose it. Not yet, but that time was coming so close. It whispered to me, seductive and alluring.

I grew up in violence. It had always been hard, abrasive, bitter. And I’d had my fair share of scrapes when I was mourning for Kyle. I always hated it, hated myself afterward, but this was different.

This need for violence was almost sensual, and once everything was copied—I let myself go.

I stopped thinking.

I stopped feeling.

My mind went on autopilot as I destroyed the video, destroyed all of the footage. He violated me. He violated his sister, but I still couldn’t vandalize an entire computer.

And then I thought of where that footage ended.

He had watched us kiss.

My stomach churned, not knowing what else he had watched. If he let it play, if he watched her?

I’d seen that look in his eye. He wanted to control her, have her back under his thumb. My dad had the same need. Kyle and I had to wear the clothes he picked. We could eat when he said so. We even showered when he declared it was our time. He controlled everything. It’d been abusive, and I thought that’s what I saw in Matthew’s eyes, but had there been something else? Something sicker?

I heard a click in my head as somewhere deep down, my mind turned off.

I turned and ripped the hard drive out of the computer and strode into the bathroom. Finn and Jen followed me, and I gritted out, “I need a lighter.”

I wanted everything destroyed. I didn’t know if I was going above and beyond. I didn’t care. I wanted every last scrap charred and burned.

Finn looked at Jen. She hesitated. I said, “I know you smoke, Jen.”

She sighed and reached into her pocket. She tossed it to me, and I flicked it on, running it beneath where the magnetism was, melting it. After letting it burn for a few minutes, I tossed it into the toilet. It didn’t go out, not right away, but once it did, some of the rage lessened. I felt more in control, slightly.

I looked at the two. It seemed neither were breathing.

“You can tell him my lawyers will be waiting for his call.”

I left the house, walking right past where Morgan and Abby were sitting, not far from the barn.