Page 88 of Wicked Player

If she was so damn embarrassed by the fallout from both of our mistakes and wanted to hide, where would that be?

Her family.

“Fuck,” I groaned and slammed my fist to her door.

I ran back down to my car and folded myself inside. It took awhile for me to remember, but I replayed the night she talked about her brothers. Jaxon. Tanner. Blake. They’d all be Hayes. And her dad’s name? My fingers rapidly tapped the center console as I tried to remember. By the time she talked about her parents, I’d been thinking of how sweet her mouth would be wrapped around my cock. Richard? Rob? No. It was Ron.

I scribbled down their names as I thought of them onto a scrap of paper and it took me one second to figure out whom to reach out to first.

Beaux.

I had to call Jaxon. The man was lethal enough if he got wind of this before I could warn him, he’d have my ass in a sling.

Before I called Beaux, I did something marginally insane. Pulling up an address site online, I found her other two brothers’ and parents’ home addresses, listed publicly and wrote them down.

I’d start with Jaxon. Then if I had to, I’d drive all over the tri-metro area until I found where she was hiding.

“Let’s just hope this day doesn’t end with Kinky Sex Fetish wide receiver turns stalker.” Right. Because that was all I needed. “Shit, Elizabeth. Where in the fuck are you?”

It didn’t matter. I’d find her. I threw my SUV into the parking spot and pulled up Beaux’s name and as soon as he answered, I said, “Need some help. You got Jaxon’s number?”

His laugh wasn’t pretty. More scared for me. “Yeah but not sure he’s going to want to talk to you.”

“Yeah well, better from me than someone else.”

“Your funeral, Gage, either way, really. Dude scares the shit out of me on a good day.”

“Not what I need Beaux. Just the number.”

“I’ll text it to you. You okay? Coach is pissed the hell off.”

“I know. I’ll fix it. Somehow.”

He made a choking sound and my pulse turned rabid. “Good luck. Call if you need me.”

“Will do.” I hung up and when he texted me the phone number, I was a dead man walking toward the electric chair as I gathered up my balls and called Jaxon.

* * *

An hour and a half later,I had survived a potentially deadly phone call with Jaxon, and finally found Elizabeth’s Explorer. I was able to enlist his help and he said he’d get guys on hunting down the IP Address so we could at least figure out who sent the emails and he’d come home if he had to.

She was at Blake’s house. Of course that’s where she’d go. She’d told me he and Jaxon were her most overprotective brothers and there was no way she’d go to her parents’ house and tell them how we met.

And she might not have told Blake, but she was close with his wife.

I parked at the curb in front of the house and checked my phone. I should have turned it off, but the sick part of me had to know what was being said.

Essentially, I’d be deleting my Twitter account immediately. People were crazy there.

Another call from Patrick came through and I sighed, staring out the window at Blake’s house. I needed to get to Elizabeth, but I also had to talk to him. He’d been calling for hours and he wasn’t the guy I wanted to piss off.

“Yeah, I know, I’m an idiot,” I said by way of answering. “What’s the damage?”

“To you or her?” Patrick said. This is why I liked him, he didn’t mince words.

“Her. Although I already know she’s suspended.” I couldn’t give a shit about me.

“Bad to be honest, but not as bad as it could be. It appears there are millions of women in the world with a kinky side and some of these comments are making me uncomfortable.”

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