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“She’ll be safe. Trust me. That prick won’t get anywhere near her,” Joshua informed him with stony reassurance. His brittle veneer softened as he turned toward me. “Go inside and get what you need. I’ve got a couple calls to make. I’ll be in to help you shortly.”
I nodded with a heavy sigh. As Pruett and two other officers followed me toward the house, I glanced over my shoulder.
“Ian, it’s me. We’re gonna need a lot more help,” Joshua said, phone pressed to his ear.
As I stepped through the front door, I wondered what Ian did for a living and why Joshua was asking for his help. It would be nice if the dude was a hit man. That idea thrilled me entirely too much.
Tearing into the files in my office, I filled two briefcases with contracts and contacts. The entire time I fluctuated between rage and fear, unsure what I wanted to do most…scream or cry. Being forced from the comfort of my own home and having the safety it had always provided yanked out from under me. Giving up wasn’t in my vocabulary, yet that’s exactly what I was being forced to do.
With the waning sun spilling in through my bedroom windows, I stuffed my clothes into a couple of suitcases. Darting a glance at the three strange men monitoring me, I nixed the idea of snagging my vibrator. With a huff, I opened my panty drawer, then immediately recoiled in horror as a scream tore from my throat.
Ropes of thick, white come glazed my undergarments. My stomach rolled, and the room spun. The motherfucker had jacked off all over my panties. By the looks of his revolting calling card, I knew he’d done it recently.
“Mellie!” Joshua’s cry echoed up the staircase. “Mellie. Dammit, where are you?”
Backing out of the room, shaking like a leaf, I gripped my arms against my chest. Violated and repulsed, I turned to run, but Joshua was there and clutched me to his chest. Panting from racing up the stairs and probably the surge of adrenaline from my scream, he hugged me tightly.
“He jacked-off on my panties,” I explained with a quiver of disgust in my voice.
“Shouldn’t your men be going door to door? Ask her neighbors if they saw something?” Joshua demanded.
“I don’t need you telling me how to do my job, Mr. Lars. That’s being done as we speak. It’s procedure.” Sucking in a deep breath, Pruett’s tone softened. “Look, I want to nail this prick just as badly as you do. This fucker is pissing me off.”
“You and me both. Look, I need you to escort Mellie downstairs and get her a drink or something while I finish loading her stuff in the car. She doesn’t need to be here in case he’s left anymore surprises.” In true Dominant form, Joshua directed the detective in a tone implying negotiation was out of the question.
“I can do that.” Pruett nodded.
“Thank you. I’ll meet you both down there in a minute.”
As he handed me off to Pruett, Joshua tucked the strap of my purse over my shoulder and assured me he’d be right down. I didn’t want to leave him. He was my lifeline, my rock. Drowning in foreign emotions, I felt crushed and defeated. I didn’t know how to fight the hammers that kept chiseling at my control. Panicked and needy contradicted every aspect I’d aligned in my life. There didn’t seem to be a tourniquet big enough to stop the timid and indecisive blood gushing within me.
Pruett led me down the stairs and into the family room. Seated on the couch, I waited anxiously for Joshua to appear.
“Do you have any alcohol? Something to help settle your nerves?”
I wanted to laugh. Horse tranquilizers wouldn’t be enough to calm my tattered nerves. Numbly, I pointed to the liquor cabinet on the far side of the room. There wasn’t much to choose from, only had a bottle of citrus vodka and a bit of amaretto. Pruett carried the vodka to the kitchen, and I found myself alone for the first time since arriving home. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as an indescribable feeling of being watched filled me. Clutching my arms around me, I searched for any sign of the vaporous ghosts that had me on edge.
My cell phone chimed, and I jolted. The damn thing sounded like a gong in the stillness of the room. Digging the device from my purse, my hand trembled as I read the message.
Unknown: I’m coming to see you bunny, just as soon as you get those fucking pigs out of MY house. Do it now, or you’ll be sorry.
My woman’s intuition had been dead on. Davis was watching me. I set my phone on my lap and scanned the walnut bookshelves, looking for a camera or anything out of the ordinary. Nothing looked amiss. Unsure where he was watching me from, I realized it didn’t matter. The prick had taunted me for the last time. His harassment superseded all fear and rekindled my anger. Squaring my shoulders, I raised my head, then lifted my fist and extended my middle finger.
“Fuck you, you son of a bitch. If you want me, come get me. I’m right here. Either shut up or man up, you fucking pussy.”
“Mellie? What are you doing?” Joshua demanded from the doorway.
My phone chimed again, and I snatched it up to read the bastard’s new message.
Unknown: That’s going to cost you, cunt.
Immediately, it chimed again.
Unknown: Oh, good. Lover boy is there with you. Perfect. I think I’ll let you keep him for a little while. I have plans for that prick.
Joshua snatched the phone from my hand. Reading the messages, he quickly put two and two together. Sliding my phone into his shirt pocket, he slowly turned as he glanced around the room. Cupping his hand, he taunted Davis with a motioned that said ‘bring it.’
“Come on, coward. Let’s see what you’ve got. When I’m through with you, cocksucker, you’ll wish you’d never been born.”
