Lords of Wrath (Royals of Forsyth University, #2)

by Angel Lawson

I’m working on a caption—always willing to show off my Lady—when I notice the heart up in the corner is lit up. I have a private message. It isn’t uncommon for someone to try to slide into my DMs. I’m good looking, rich, and powerful. What woman wouldn’t want to get her claws in me? But one woman occupies my thoughts right now, so my intent is to open the message and delete it...until I see the picture attached to the message. It’s of Lizzy and Izzy. What the fuck? “Such cute, innocent, girls. I wonder what they’d say if they knew the truth about their brother?” Rage boils under my skin and I click the account. It’s private with a generic icon. The screen name is ‘executivedaddy10’. I go back again and look at the photo. The girls are in motion, walking out of their dance studio. They have no idea someone is watching them. My mind calculates, desperately struggling to figure out who would dare send a threat to me like this, when I hear a reluctant, “Tristian?” My fiery blood turns to frozen steel. There’s only one thing that could temporarily distract me from the thought of someone watching my sisters. I force myself to look up, eyes climbing a pair of smooth, tanned legs, thighs hidden beneath a little green skirt. She’s wearing a white, scoop-necked sweater, her blonde hair flawlessly straight. I don’t need to look higher to know it’s Genevieve.