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“I can’t —” I gasp as he drives himself hard into me. “I can’t help it,” I rush out before he does it again. “You feel so good.”
He all but stops moving. “Well then, maybe I should slow down, let you really enjoy the feel of me,” he smirks, knowing full well that is not what I want.
“Noooo,” I whine. “You said you wanted to fuck me senseless. So deliver on your dirty promises.”
“So fucking needy.” He leans down to kiss me again before mumbling against my lips. “You’d better grab on to those bed posts, Kels.”
I do as he says as he throws my ankles up onto his shoulders, creating an angle that’s both tighter and deeper than I’ve ever felt him. Guttural moans leave my throat as he slams into my pussy, over and over, until he sends me over the edge. I can feel my nails digging into the posts as I scream his name through my release.
Chapter 42
“Joey!” I hear Kelsey scream from the driveway. My feet cannot move fast enough to get me outside, and instinct tells me to grab the baseball bat I keep near the front door.
“What’s wrong?” She turns to me with tears in her eyes and points to her car. Someone keyed the word whore on the driver’s side of her car and slashed her tires. No, not someone — I know exactly who, but I can’t fucking prove it. “Come here.” I pull her into my chest and stroke her hair. “It’s going to be okay, Angel.”
“How? He’s not going to stop, Joey.” She continues to sob into my chest, breaking my heart.
“I’ll figure it out.” I have no idea how I’m going to make this go away for her, but I’ll do anything to keep her safe and happy. “I’ll take you to school today, okay? Let me just go grab my keys.” She nods in response, but I can tell she feels violated by this.
Before we leave, I take pictures of her car from multiple angles. It’s when I get to the passenger’s side that I see the word bitch keyed on the other doors. There’s an envelope sticking out from under the windshield wipers — I wonder if she saw it. If she did, she didn’t say anything. Without thinking, I open the envelope and pull out a piece of paper with only two sentences written on it.
This is just the beginning. You know what you need to do to make it stop.
I continue to take pictures of the car before also snapping one of the note. Attaching all of the photos to an email, I send them off to Max with an attached message. “We came outside this morning to find Kelsey’s car looking like this. Please tell me you’ve got that protective order drawn up.”
My phone starts to ring as soon as I pull away from the school parking lot — it’s Frankie.
“Hey, man, what’s up?” My heart starts racing because he never calls unless something is wrong.
“Uhhh, boss, you might want to get down to the shop as quick as possible.”
“I’m on my way there now, what happened?” My words come out through gritted teeth. What the fuck did this asshole do to my shop?
“I… I can’t even begin to explain it. Just get here.” His voice sounds completely defeated — whatever it is that happened, it’s bad enough to have spooked him.
My blood boils as I do practically double the speed limit to get to my garage. When I pull up, I see several police cars and yellow caution tape crossing the entrance to my office and one of the bay doors. “What the fuck?!” I jump out of my truck and go running toward the building.
A cop approaches me with his hand up. “Excuse me, Sir. You can’t be here —”
“I’m the owner — this is my shop!” I cut him off before he can finish. “What the hell happened here?!”
“It appears that someone broke in and smashed up the car you had in your garage here.” He rests a hand on my shoulder. “Do you have security cameras?”
“Yeah, the monitors are in the office, but the footage is backed up to a cloud-based program in my phone.”
I pull up the security system app on my phone, clicking on the time I left last night and scrolling through until I see what I’m looking for. At about 3:15 a.m., a tall figure wearing a ski mask took a baseball bat to my office door. I watch in outrage as he took that same baseball bat to the computer monitor before making his way over to the bays. I close out of that camera feed and click to the camera that overlooks the work area.
It takes every ounce of willpower I have not to break my phone with my bare hands as I watch the footage. This motherfucker absolutely destroyed my customer’s car beyond repair. He smashed out every window and light, put multiple dents in each door, caved in the roof, and slashed all four tires. What he did to Kelsey’s car looks like mercy. I’m going to have to file a claim under my business insurance to cover the cost of this car. Not to mention the business I’m likely to lose because this happened while the car was in my possession. Customers don’t give a fuck about my personal issues — all they care about is that they’re getting their needs met by the service that I provide. That’s the way a business should be.
“Sir, do you have any idea who might do this to you?” The officer asks me as the footage comes to an end.
I’m torn on whether I should tell him that I know it was Grant. I don’t know the cops in this town well enough to know if any of them are corrupt. All it would take is my telling the wrong person that I’m onto him — then more hell would break loose. He said so in that note — this is only the beginning.
“I, uh, I guess it could’ve been a disgruntled customer or something. I’ll have to look further into it,” I lie, trying to buy myself some more time. Although, it’s really not a lie — Grant tried to be a customer, and became disgruntled when I refused to accept his business.
“Do you know if any of the residents nearby have security cameras on their houses that might show who was here? Maybe the make and model car they were driving or a plate number?”
What the hell is he asking me for? Isn’t that his job? “Off the top of my head, I’m not sure.”
