[Denali’s POV]
“What were you thinking?” Rosco demands the minute we are in the car. “Why didn’t you fight back?”
Why? Because I knew if I did things would have been a lot worse than they were. Plus, playing the victim would ultimately work in my favor as it showed others the true colors of my entire family.
“My purpose was served,” I shrug.
“Purpose?” He repeats, slamming on gas while I press against my seat from the force of it. “Don’t f*****g tell me you did that s**t so that you could make them look bad. s**t, Denali, don’t you know that every f*****g person there doesn’t give two shits about you?”
“Actually,” I counter, ignoring the sting of pain that shoots through my ribs. “Alexander’s family or Alexander for that matter didn’t necessarily know about the way my family treated m
