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“You know who I am,” Emmett says, sitting on a desk in front of me.

“Who are your cronies?” I jerk my thumb to the idiots who dragged me into this room. My body aches from their manhandling.

Emmett whistles softly. “You don’t know much about us, do you?”

“I’m Vincent,” says the football-looking guy.

“Trey,” the blonde guy adds.

“They’re fraternal twins,” Emmett offers, carefully watching my face. I don’t know what he expects from me, but he’s disappointed I don’t react more. He sighs. “My, my Ophelia. What are we going to do with you?”

“Let me go?” I grind out. I play with my hands like an idiot, struggling to maintain my composure. I can’t let them know they’ve got to me. Bullies thrive off fear. “Like, obviously?”

“Oh, we can’t do that.” The ominous tone in his words... It’s down-right chilling. My heart rate spikes as he slowly stands up. “You’ve gone too far.”

“I don’t see how,” I say.

“Oh, you don’t, do you?” says Vincent, crowding in on my personal space. His legs brush my knees