Without thinking, she grabbed it and rushed downstairs to return it.
But when she overheard a conversation, she froze before she could even take another step.
Outside the villa, Rockwell leaned against a sleek black Maybach.
The man in the car rolled the window down. It was Norman Pollock, Rockwell’s close friend and Luther’s sworn brother.
Norman laughed and cursed. “Damn, dude! Your sister-in-law tastes that good? Took you so long—had me waiting forever!”
Rockwell let out a low, ambiguous laugh. “Of course. Having sex with Luther’s woman? How could it not feel good?”
Norman laughed with him, and then he added, “You’re a damn genius! Dropping the sex tape right in the middle of their wedding? Dude, the entire Brooklyn will have fun!
“The bride getting off under another man while her groom’s right there? Damn, Luther’s going to be the biggest loser in Brooklyn! I bet your dad will be so humiliated he’ll start stripping your brother’s power in your family’s company!”
Rockwell scoffed. “Serves him right. He’s getting exactly what he deserves.
“He ruined Chesca’s life—married her off to that abusive bastard. I begged Luther on my knees, and he still wouldn’t let her be with me.”