Page 78 of Brassy Bigwig

My eyes stay locked on Chloe as I speak. I’m absolutely furious this asshole is contacting her again.

“This is Reggie. I’m the manager.”

“Reggie, Sean just delivered a stack of mail to my assistant. In it was a letter addressed to her. I need to know who it came from.”

“Uh, sure… just one second while I grab the log.”

Chloe finally looks up at me, and I offer her a slight smile while I wait.

“Okay, got it. What is her name?”

“Chloe Gainesworth.”

“It says here it’s from Rapid Flyers Courier Service, but that’s it. No other information was provided.”

Fuck.

“Does it say the date and time it came in?”

“Yeah, this morning at seven after ten.”

“Thanks, Reggie.”

“You got it.”

I place the phone back on the receiver and think. I need to get a hold of the courier company and find out if they have a record of who dropped the letter off to them.

“Chloe, how long was your order of protection good for?”

“Only for one year. It expired while he was in jail.”

Damn it.

“Okay, let’s do this. Why don’t you call Shelby and have her bring you some work clothes for tomorrow? I’d like for you to stay the night tonight. Actually, invite her to stay for dinner. Reed will be there, too.”

When she looks at me with confusion, I explain why.

“I hired him to install a security system for the penthouse. He’s coming over tonight to begin installation.”

“Oh. Okay, good,” she agrees, but when she doesn’t move, I approach her.

Sitting on the sofa I wrap her in my arms, and she begins to sob.

“I thought this was all over and done with.”

“I know, théa.”

“No, no you don’t,” she sits up straight and backs away from me so she can look me right in the eyes. “If Shelby hadn't stopped him… if she hadn't come home at that moment…”

Large, terrified tears leak from her eyelids, and it’s tearing me apart. She told me he didn’t hurt her. But I had no idea he’d attempted to or that he was damn near successful. I pull her to me again and wrap her in my arms. Rubbing soothing circles over her back, I repeat the same words to her that I told her on Friday night.

“You’re safe with me, théa. I’ll never let anything happen to you.”

The moment I get Chloe back into the safety of my penthouse, I’m putting out a call to my PI. I want to know every last detail about this motherfucker. I want to know when he got out of jail and what he’s been up to since. I want to know where he lives, where he hangs out, who he talks to.

Everyfuckingthing.

And then I’m going to find him, and I’m going kill him.

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