Chapter 93. Walking Disaster

Tommy’s POV

I had walked in on them several times over the years but nothing like this! My sister spread eagle over Jason’s bed, a contraption holding her legs open, her light muffled sobs filling the quiet room. I could see the fading bruises on her hips.

“Sex can be consensual and rough”, Rafe interjected as my mind went to a dark place; Jason had threatened to tie her up and use her earlier, but I thought he was making ideal threats. I didn’t for a second think he was serious!

“Do those sobs sound like consensual sex is what happened here!” I demanded, pushing the door open and sliding in. Seeing her body tense as I stepped into the room, Rafe roared angrily, finally catching up with me. I knew instinctively it wasn’t me she was nervous about entering; it was her mate! My best friend!

“This is so wrong!” Rafe whined helplessly.

My anger reached unhealthy limits seeing her so vulnerable and exposed; he had left her like this with the door still