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Chapter Thirty Four
Blair
When we get home that night, I spot Detective Dick again. Sighing, I get out and meet Bray as I lean against my car, the gates shutting behind us. Pulling off his helmet, he stores it next to his bike and follows my gaze.
“Don’t worry, they always try to follow us, but eventually they get told off or redirected and have nothing.” He grins.
“This one is different,” I mutter, looking at him. I debate telling him what I know, but then I remember my promise to be more open. “You remember when you first saw me and that cop arrested me?”
“How could I forget it?” he says, placing his hand on the roof of my car as he leans in, smiling at me as he pins me in place. I stroke his chest without thought.
“It’s that cop. He told me he was here for you guys, but I think it’s something else. He’s weirdly obsessed with me, always turning up and trying to find reasons to be alone with me ever since I turned him down.”
“You’re worried,” he states, searching my eyes, and I nod, nibbling on my lip.
“I might be making shit up—” He turns, and I grab his arm. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going to kill him.” He shrugs.
Laughing, I pull him back, and with a narrow-eyed look at the cop, he leans down and kisses me hard, making me groan as he presses his body against mine. While I’m still catching my breath, he pulls back and grips my chin. My eyes flutter open and lock on his serious ones.
“We’ll sort this, okay?” he whispers, and when I don’t speak, he forces my head to nod. “Trust us.”
“I do,” I admit, and he grins.
“I know, or you wouldn’t have told us.” He kisses me again before pulling away, twining our fingers as he tugs me to the house. I don’t know what he means by sorting it, but it feels good to trust someone else, to lean on them and ask for help. I’m not alone, and I’m beginning to realise how incredible that is.
As soon as we’re in the house, Bray whistles and cups his mouth. “Yo, assholes, get your asses down here. We’ve got work to do!” he yells, and a moment later, I hear feet as they stomp down the stairs without question.
Pulling me into the living room we never use, Bray falls back on the sofa, grabs me, and yanks me down so I’m lying across him and facing the others as they come in. They don’t seem surprised. Asher heads over and drops a kiss to my lips before kicking off Bray’s feet and dragging mine into his lap as he sits.
Cyrus runs his eyes over me, ensuring himself I’m okay before meeting Bray’s gaze. “What’s wrong?” he rumbles darkly, his eyes narrowing.
“You know the cop outside?”
“Yeah,” Asher replies, massaging my feet as he takes off my shoes, and I groan in bliss. It distracts them all. Cyrus’s eyes heat and Bray smirks.
“Erm, shit, yeah, okay, well, he’s here for Blair, not us. We need to get rid of him.”
“I was thin—” I start, trying to explain, but Cyrus holds his hand up, stopping me.
“No need to explain, okay? Let’s get rid of him.”
“Just like that?” I ask.
“You’re Crew, baby.” Cyrus leans in, pinning me to his brother. “We believe what you say. Your enemies are our enemies, and we will always protect and believe you. We only left him there because he’s nothing, but if he’s bothering you, he’s gone.”
I gulp, unable to help it, and with a snarl, I lean up and kiss him. I can tell it takes him by surprise, but he grins softly as I pull back. “Thank you,” I murmur.
He straightens and pulls out his phone, dialling someone as I watch.
“I don’t give a fuck about calling your office,” Cyrus snaps as a greeting, all edges of softness gone. “There’s a cop outside my house, has been for a while, following my fucking stepsister.” He winks at me. “Get rid of him or I will.” With that, he puts the phone down and Bray pushes up to his feet and rushes to the window. Confused, I follow, and Cyrus wraps his arms around me from behind as we all watch. For what, I’m not sure. Who did he call?
A few seconds later, there’s movement in the car, and then the engine suddenly turns on and he speeds away. I turn to gape at Cyrus. “Who the hell did you call? The fucking queen?”
“The head of the local police.” He smirks down at me. “Told you we were connected, baby girl.”
“Well shit, that’s fucking hot,” I mutter and throw myself at him. Luckily, he catches me, and I wrap my legs around his waist and kiss him. Chuckling, he holds my ass, and just as we’re about to turn away from the window, I hear another rumble.
