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CAMBRIA
Last night was the most insane, intense sex I’ve ever had in my life. I thought that I had known the peak of my body’s ability to feel pleasure. I thought I had known what it meant to be cast into a sea of chemicals and emotions that would simultaneously give me life as well as ruin it.
My pussy is sore from taking so much girth with so much force, but I secretly revel in it. Knowing that there’s physical aftermath to my dealings with the devil himself fills me with deep satisfaction. It’s as if I can relive the experience every time I feel that dull ache between my legs.
I’m lying in bed, daydreaming about Abram’s cock in my mouth, when I receive a text. I roll over lazily to check it, only to fully snap back to reality when I realize it’s an unsaved phone number.
At first, I panic. Could it be someone from work? Did I miss a shift without knowing it?
I open the text quickly, and I realize it’s so much worse.
“Hey Cam, I got let out because there's not enough evidence to keep me locked up. I need to talk to you,” the message reads.
There’s only one person it could be.
It’s Cole,and he’s out of prison.
My blood runs completely cold at the thought. When he was arrested under the presumption that he had killed his ex-girlfriend, I was horrified. When it was discovered that he had potentially killed five others, I fell to the floor and passed out.
I had nightmares about Cole for years after he was put in prison. When I was finally able to recognize that he was locked up for life, I was able to feel safe in the world again. Even though his crimes had tainted all men forever, knowing that he himself couldn’t harm me was a huge relief.
Now, that protection is gone, and he’s actively looking for me.
“You don’t have to answer now, but I expect to hear back from you soon,” he continues, my phone buzzing in such a dreadful way with each new message.
How did he even find my phone number? I’ve been so careful to keep my information completely privatebecauseof him.
I delete the texts, trying to put them out of my mind. If I don’t reply, maybe he’ll run out of time before he’s officially sentenced for his crimes. If I’m lucky, he’ll get the death penalty, and I’ll never have to worry about hearing from him again.
What could he possibly need to talk to me about, anyway?
We have no unfinished business, unless he plans on killing me too. After all, I was the one who found a collection of his ex’s personal belongings three months after she had been declared missing. She was a perfectly nice girl with no known enemies other than an ex who had accused her of cheating.
After I brought the box to the police, it was only a matter of days before they found her body dissolving in a barrel on the same property where Cole’s uncle owned a farm. I never thought Cole was particularly smart, especially not smart enough to hide one body. Six whole bodies would have seemed like a sick fairy tale.
Now that I’ve been confronted by the reality that my murderous ex is out of prison andhas my phone number,I feel a strong compulsion to tell Abram about it.
But would he actually do anything to protect me?
Will he think I’m a lost little damsel in distress if I ask for his protection? I mean, Iamone of his girls now, and I know firsthand that he has enough people in his criminal enterprise to make Cole disappear forever.
No, no.
I need to handle this myself.
If Marcus were here, he would be irate that I was even considering going to Abram for protection. After all, there’s a high chance that Abram has put twice as many bodies in the river as Cole has.
Doesn’t that make him the bigger threat?
I feel completely nauseated.
To distract myself, I decide to head to the grocery store to put actual food in my fridge. I’ve been so preoccupied with my new job and my precarious relationship with my boss that I’ve been eating exclusively takeout since I moved in here. The thought of eating Chinese food ever again makes me want to throw up.
I don’t have to go far to the store, but the walk down the sidewalk fills me with unease. Everyone who passes by me feels like a threat, like they’re watching me and reporting my exact location to Cole at all times. He knows my phone number; he could know my address just as easily. Maybe he’s just playing it safe by asking to meet up.
Even being in the store feels like a trap. What if he’s tracking my location? What if he knows I ignored his texts, and he gets mad at me?
