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I love this time of the year.
I remember this trip with my parents. So many times, I would spend the entire trip home with headphones on and daydreams to accompany me. I miss being a kid at times.
Singing along with the radio as I drive, something out of the corner of my eye catches my attention. There is a note taped to the glove compartment of my car.
“One wrong move, and you’re dead. We have eyes on you.”
The car screeched to a stop, freezing me in place. I can barely breathe. Thankfully, there are no other cars on the road.
I know immediately who the letter is from, and I panic because they were there. It might have been a dream, but was it a warning of what’s to come? These three men are watching me right now.
I turn quickly to check the back seat. Nothing. Hitting the auto lock on the doors, like in a bad horror movie, I find that I’m a sitting duck waiting for them to kill me.
My chest rises and falls rapidly, my pulse racing as the tears flood down my face. I’m going to die, and there is nothing I can do to stop it.
“EVELYNN, STOP IT. STOP IT RIGHT NOW!”
I am in the car screaming at myself. Cars pass by me at rapid speeds, shaking me back to the here and now. I must get home. Back to Scarlet where I can be protected—but that means telling people what happened. And I’m scared.
Putting the car in drive, for a second or two, I sit there and think. I need a plan in case they catch me, but I have nothing. No weapon, and my cell isn’t getting service where I am, and they could take me out easily.
“You can do this, Evelynn. We got this!” I tell myself as I prepare to drive.
I can’t let this overwhelm me. Not now, at least. Checking the back seat one more time, I move back on the road. This time I’m more aware of my surroundings, but that doesn’t stop the tears from flooding my face.
I’m going to die, just when I’ve started to live. I hate them all.
I do 90 down the highway. If I’m stopped by the cops, at least I can tell them about the men and show them the letter. That’s the best thing to do, right?
Chapter 21
Eve
I rush into the club, my body shaking, tears streaming down my face, and all sense of rationality gone.
I walk straight through the busy establishment. My office is where I need to be right now. I don’t even realize at first that I have all ten men following me.
Grabbing a bottle of whiskey from the bar in the office, I pour myself a shot. I never do this, but I down the drink.
The warmth rushing through me does nothing to calm my fears.
Theo moves in first, grabbing my shoulders and turning me to face them all.
“What the fuck happened? Eve! Evelynn, what? Tell us what’s wrong!”
His voice is demanding, but instead of speaking, I collapse in his arms sobbing. I haven’t cried this hard since I was 13 and my dog died. I haven’t felt such raw emotions in years. I don’t know for a moment if I can recover from all of this, but the weakness inside of me is terrifying.
“God fucking dammit! Tell us what happened now. I demand it!”
Brandon is shaking, and the rage in his words pulls me back together. I can tell that they all feel deeply about me. The urgency of his tone alone makes me tremble.
I pull myself back, grabbing a tissue from my desk. I don’t even know where to start, but I need to get this all out before I explode or have another breakdown.
“I went to my family’s vacation home for a few days. I thought it would help me figure things out after what happened between us all.”
My voice cracks with each word. Max hands me a glass of water to help me. Sipping slowly, I calm slightly, but not at all enough. Not yet, at least.
“I had a horrible dream today when I napped. They stabbed me repeatedly.”
Growling, Gustav moved closer to me, his hands balled up as though he was ready for a fight.
“Who the fuck is they? Who stabbed you? What the fuck happened?”
I’m trying to tell them, but their anger and my emotions are battling each other.
“Lars, Draven, and Ash. They killed me in my dream. I couldn’t fight them off. They stabbed me in the heart. They killed me!”
I cry louder with each word. I’m not making any sense to the guys.
“You’re upset over a dream? Eve, baby, it was a dream. Nothing more. Just a dream.” Robin is laughing, but that stops the moment I pull the letter from my pocket and hand it to him.
