45-Wesley and Bridget?

Bridget’s POV

I see Stevee hanging in the back, wearing her poker face.

“Hey, you good?” I ask, walking over to her.

“Steven just found out Teresa has been keeping us from communicating,” She is expressionless.

“You wanted her gone,” I say, rubbing her back.

“Yeah, but at this moment, I need my brother,” she shakes her head.

“What did my idiot brother do?” I ask, looking over at Victor. The vein coming out of Evander’s neck tells me all I need to know about that conversation.

“He said some less than kind things and threatened me,” Stevee looks me in the eye. “I don’t like the idea of not having a choice in my own future.”

“I’ll kick his ass,” I offer.

“I told Luna about it. I suspect she will take care of it,” Stevee stays expressionless.

“What are you going to do?"

“Hey, I was wrong,” Victor tells her. “We will figure out something that works. Evander is ready to send me to the cells if you ask.”

“Luna tell on you?” Stevee asks, finally making a face.

“Yeah,” Victor looks like a