Ruin Me: Falling for My Best Friend’s Fiancée
“I got the footage.”
I turned to him sharply and pushed myself off the wall. “Show me.”
He nodded, pulling his laptop out from under his arm and setting it on the glass table in the lounge. Jeremy scrambled to his feet, wiping his eyes with the back of his wrist before following us.
The video played on a small window. Stella, Bree, and Vivian appeared in the doorway, watching with wide, tearful eyes.
The footage showed the blocked road, the cars lined up in confusion, the fight breaking out between them and us when some idiot tried to demand payment to “pass through sacred land.”