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“Of course I’m okay, but I’d be even better if you hadn’t just ruined my fucking orgasm. What the hell are you doing here?”
“I don’t care if we ruined your orgasm, I'm just glad you’re alive,” I say, as I throw her the shorts and t-shirt that were on the floor.
“You didn’t answer my question. Why are you here?”
The memory of the stacks of pictures of her brings back that nauseous feeling. “I, uh, we need to talk, Tara.”
She must see the seriousness of the situation shining through my eyes because she turns to her latest boy toy. “Sorry Brett, time for you to go. I’ll call you.”
“We’ll wait for you in the living room.”
The four guys are settled on the couch and I’m sitting on Rian’s lap, when Tara finally emerges and walks Brett out. He glares at us as he walks past, letting us know he’s pissed we also ruined his orgasm.
“Someone explain. Now,” Tara demands.
This is going to be painful, but it has to be done.
“I’ve been getting threats.”
“Threats?! From who?” Tara lets out before I can say anything else.
“We don’t know. We’ve been trying to figure that out. It started a few weeks ago with my windshield and driver’s side window being busted out at the office. Then pictures of Greyson and I on a date showed up at the office, with a message to stay away. Now a box full of pictures of you showed up at the house.” I rip the band-aid off, trying to get this over with.
“Wait, you went on a date with Greyson?” Her eyes flick in his direction, then back to me.
“You’re missing the point, Tara. Someone is sending me threats and taking photos of you. I don’t mean just in public either. There are pictures of you sleeping!”
Tara’s face pales and she looks around like her mind is running at full speed.
“What is it, Tara? Have you seen anyone taking pictures of you?”
“No, but it’s felt like someone has been watching me for the past week or so.” Tara looks to Zep, then to the others.
“Fuck!” Thiago runs his fingers through his short black hair.
“What do we do?” Tara moves to sit in the chair opposite the couch.
I turn in Rian’s lap so I can see her better. “We find the person doing this and end them.”
If she’s shocked by my grotesque response, she doesn’t show it. It’s the truth though. When we find him we will most likely have to kill him. A normal person would turn this situation over to the police, but I’m not normal and I don’t trust the police. When Lainey was taken, the police disregarded everything I had to say. They didn’t even try to find her. I didn’t know it at twelve, but I definitely know it now: the Craibridge Police Department is corrupt.
“What do we do until you find them?” Tara’s question pulls me from my thoughts.
“I can’t risk your life Tara, so umm... I’ve decided that Greyson and I have to stop seeing one another.” I haven’t told him that yet, considering things have been crazy for the last hour, but it seems like the only logical thing to do.
“WHAT?!” Greyson roars as he moves from his seat on the couch to stand in front of me.
“At least until we find them, Greyson. Not forever.” I take his hand, trying to calm him.
“No. Absolutely not, Blaze.” Greyson grips my chin in his fingers and lifts my face to look at him.
“But what about Tara?”
Silence and tension fill the air. I’m trying to think of what to say without hurting Greyson when I hear Rian say from behind me, “This guy obviously knows where Tara lives and where we live, but he doesn’t know where Greyson lives or at least we don’t know that he does. We could hang out there under the radar when you want to see each other.”
I soften my face, trying to plead with Greyson and thinking about what Rian said. “That’s not a bad idea. Will that work for you?”
Greyson leans down and presses a soft but passionate kiss on my lips. “That works, Blaze. As long as I get to keep seeing you, I will do whatever we need to do to keep everyone safe.” He leans to leave, but I don’t want him to. I want more of him. I snap my arms around his neck, anchoring him to me. I move my left hand to cup his cheek and give him a long, hard kiss.
