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“Landon, stop,” Imani said. “He didn’t do—”

Kai placed his laptop in her lap. Imani looked down at it in confusion for a second, then stared at it with wide eyes, glancing up at Harvey.

“Did you really … did you really do this?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper. She stood up, but this time, João didn’t push her back down. “Mr. Harvey …”

“Imani, don’t listen to them,” Harvey protested. “They’re psychos. Look at them.”

“That’s me!” she said, turning the computer toward him.

On the screen was a recent video of Imani doing schoolwork on her computer in her bedroom, sitting in a tiny little tank top that anyone could see right through. The video was over an hour long, and Imani was doing more than just studying during some parts.

And there weren’t only videos of her.

Harvey had hacked into computers of almost every one of his students and had some sort of footage of them—female and male students alike. Kai had found it this weekend, and all fucking day, I had been waiting to tear this man’s face off for having this one of Imani.

I suspected that he wasn’t the only person at Redwood who had done something similar. Harvey was buddy-buddy with the principal and even Redwood’s most corrupt police chief. Pieces of shit, if you asked me.

“You see what happens behind the closed doors of Redwood’s richest, Imani?” João asked, placing a hand on her shoulder and tugging her back. After snatching the computer from her hand, he nodded to me. “Give him what he deserves.”

As soon as the words left his mouth, I snatched a fistful of the man’s hair, pulled him up, and threw him back down across the room. He hit the wall hard, some chalky drywall falling down onto him. Hurling fist after fist, kick after kick at his face, I made a bloody, swollen mess of him, all for her.

Imani screamed and cried, tucking her face away into Kai’s shoulder. But I didn’t stop. I would do anything for her, anything to keep her out of harm’s way. Yet, in this town, nobody was safe from anything.

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