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“You too!”
When Shayla walks out, I open the envelope sitting on my desk and pull out what’s inside.
What the hell?
My hands start shaking, causing me to drop the pictures.Breathe. I lean my hands on my desk to stabilize them. I can feel my heart beating in my throat.
One picture is of me and Greyson at dinner on the yacht and the other is of us dancing that night.
My stomach falls. From the angle of the pictures, this person had to have been on the boat with us. I instantly start thinking back to that night and if I saw anyone acting strange. No, nothing. I was too wrapped up in Greyson to even notice.
Why go through the trouble to get these? Black catches my eye on the back of the picture of us dancing.
A message. In smudged black ink it says, “Stay away.”
Stay away? From Greyson?
So much for everything being perfect.
I find myself looking around my office. Paranoia is creeping under my skin. I need my guys to help calm my nerves. I pull out my phone to shoot them a text in the group.
Lya:My office. Now.
Rian:Someone is really needing ??
Zep:What’s wrong, gorgeous?
Lya:Just get here as soon as you can. Something happened.
Not even thirtyseconds after I hit send, Thiago frantically runs into the office. “What is it? What’s wrong?” There he is, Thiago the protector. I run and wrap my arms around his waist, pressing my cheek against his impressive chest.
“Are the others coming?” I mumble into him.
“They’re on their way. Are you hurt,meu amor?” Thiago pulls my face away from his chest so he can check me over for injuries. I’d honestly feel better if what is wrong was physical. I can handle some physical injuries, but this method of threat feels so much worse.
I shake my head. Before I can reply, Zep and Rian charge in the room with fear in their eyes.
“Are you okay?” they ask in unison.
“I’m physically okay, but something showed up today that you need to see.”
“Show us,” Zep growls.
I look through the glass walls of my office to see who else is still here working. The only person I can see is Brandon working away on his computer. I don’t feel as though he’s a threat, but I hit the button to frost over the glass anyway and give us some privacy.
I grab the pictures off my desk and place them in Zep’s impatient hands. His eyes blaze when he sees what the pictures are of.
“What the fuck?! Who would fucking do this?” Zep roars from deep within, his muscles tense.
Rian takes the pictures from Zep’s fingers and Thiago falls in behind him to look over his shoulder. When realization sets in, their eyes follow Zep’s to me.
“I don’t know. Shayla said it was in the mailbox.”
“When I find out who did this, gorgeous, I will fucking murder them.” Zep takes my hand in his. “I promise.”
“Do you think this could be related to my smashed window?” I look to Zep for any kind of answer.
“Maybe.”
