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“Go for it. I figured you’d have a few.” Her face is getting redder the longer we sit here.
“Why did you wait so long to tell me about him?”
“Um. Well, we left him bleeding out in that condemned house, so we’re not sure if he lived or not. We’ve been waiting to see if he was going to try to find you, in the event that he did get out.” She looks nervous.
“So why now?” They could have continued to keep it a secret and I never would’ve known. They could’ve kept blaming everything on Harvey.
“The way you looked at me earlier, combined with hearing the things you went through, made me feel like you really needed to know. I’ve been feeling so guilty about it; it was time to come clean.” Her voice cracks.
“Do you feel like he’s no longer a threat? Like he’s given up, or he’s dead…?” A part of me hopes he isn’t dead, but I don’t really even want to admit that to myself.
“Honestly, I don’t know. We figured he’d show up by now—the fact he hasn’t makes us feel like he’s not going to.”
Both disappointment and relief run through my body. This entire situation is confusing as hell.
“That makes sense,” I choke out. I’m at a loss for words right now, so I don’t really know what else to say to her.
“Are you alright? What are you feeling?” Lya’s looking at me cautiously, like I’m about to bolt.
“I think I will be. It’s a lot to process, so I’m trying to wrap my head around it. I’ll be okay, though. I think I just need to sleep on it and really take it in.”
She nods her head. “Greyson obviously knew you. He kept talking about you and his father. Do you want to talk about that?”
All the memories of Omega, Greyson’s betrayal, and Harvey suddenly flood my brain, causing me to shut back down.
“No, I don’t.”
“Okay. Well, get some rest. If you want to talk or need anything, I’m here. I don’t expect you to be okay with all this, but whatever you’re feeling, I’m here for you.”
“Thanks, Lee, I appreciate it.”
She gets up from the bed and leaves my room, leaving me to spend the next few hours wondering whether Greyson made it out of that house or not.
This past week, I’ve sat hidden outside Lya’s house every morning and evening, hoping to catch a glimpse of Lainey. If they have her in there, she’s going to have to come out sometime. They can’t keep her locked up forever. I’m surprised they still live in the same house after what happened six months ago. Maybe they really did think I died, since I’ve been staying hidden and haven’t made any move on them.Okay, I’ve just been drunk for the past six months, but still.
Lifting the binoculars I bought to scope out Sutton’s houses, I watch as Rian pulls his G-wagon out of the garage, parks it and goes back inside. Finally, some action this morning. I watch intently for any little movement. Lainey’s missing from Sutton’s so surely she has to be here.
The front door opens and my heart thumps in my chest, hoping it’s her. My excitement drops when I just see the tatted blond fucker who shot me in the leg. He saunters his large body over to the G-wagon, throwing a brown satchel into the back. As he shuts the hatch, he stills—almost like he can sense me watching—and looks around, obviously searching for anything out of the ordinary. His gaze stays narrowed in my direction, making my heart rate spike.
It’s impossible for him to see me here. I made sure of it the night before my first morning stalking session.
Zep’s attention is quickly drawn back to the front door as it opens. This time, Rian walks out with Lya, her burgundy hair flowing in the wind. When I first found her, I thought the red hair was to protect her identity, to keep her safe. I didn’t want to say anything and blow her cover until I could get her away safely. I wince at the memory of fucking her, thinking she was Lainey.How could I not tell that she wasn’t Lainey?
A few seconds later, another person comes through the door, but it’s not the big tan fucker I expected.
It’s her.
I suck in a soft gasp, and blink my eyes a few times, just to make sure I’m really seeing this. Holy fucking shit.
It’s her—my Lainey, my angel. She’s really here. Every part of my body lights up seeing her in the flesh. My fingers start to burn with the need to rush over and take her so we can be together, but I talk myself off the ledge.
Shifting in my seat, I try to get a better view. It’s definitely her. The only girl who’s ever made me feel like anything other than a monster. She made me feel like I could be something more than just a replica of my father.
She’s just as beautiful as I remember. No, that’s a lie—she’s even more beautiful. She’s fucking gorgeous. She’s wearing a baby pink shirt with long flowy sleeves and lace around the collar, and a black skirt that barely reaches her knees.
Fucking stunning.
Her long, glossy brown hair reaches halfway down her back and it looks like she’s barely wearing any makeup.My angel doesn’t need makeup, she’s perfect just the way she is.She doesn’t look as thin as she did in that advertisement. She’s obviously put on some weight since being here, making her beautiful curves stand out even more. She looks happier—well, more than she did in that picture at least.
