Page 50 of Unraveled Love

After perimeter is secured, get your ass inside.I texted again then slid my phone into a back pocket and my gun into my waistband.

I received a10-4text back and double-checked the locks were secured, including the ones at the back of the house that were still done up from the night before I went to Addi, who was still standing on the stairs.

“What was it?”

“No idea.”

I flipped open the paper, and rage built so hot and fast inside of me. I glared at the door and my hands shook.

You fucked over my family.Now I will fuck yours.

Your dad’s death was quick. Yours won’t be.

Fury hadme curling my hand into a fist, crumpling the paper. How in thefuckhad this happened?

In front of me, Addi held out her hand and said the words I wished I could have never heard. “Let me see it.”

“Addi.” I tried to warn her, but she met my gaze, steely determination in them.

God I didn’t want her to see this. She needed to, but fucking hell I wished I could do anything else with it, like toss it into the garbage or set it on fire. Better yet, shoving it down Daniel’s throat whenever I found that arrogant son of a bitch would bring me much greater pleasure.

“I don’t think you should.”

“I already know it’s bad if you won’t let me see it.” She wiggled her fingers, hand still out, palm steady and green eyes darker than any midnight forest. “It’s Daniel, isn’t it.”

I tipped my chin, unable to lie to her. “Which means he knows where you are.”

Fuck. Fuck!

Goddammit.I needed Mason. Why would Daniel come here? Announce he knew where we were and then notdoanything?

She tore the letter from me, and it took one single second before it fell to the floor.

“He did it. He admitted it.” She stared at it like it was a snake ready to strike and she didn’t know whether to squash it or run terrified for her life.

I squeezed my eyes closed before forcing myself to look at her. “Is that his writing?”

She cleared her throat, nodded. “Yeah. It’s his.” She peered up at me with her eyes glassy, bottom lip trembling. “What do we do?”

“We get fucking packing and we get out of here.Now,” I stressed right as a pounding hit the front door, the familiar knock of Mason’s fist on the wood. “That’s Mason,” I told her, but I still ushered her into the kitchen. Thinking more clearly this time, I opened the cupboard next to the fridge. “Gun is there. Grab it, keep that fucking safety on though.”

Once she had it in her hand, she gawked at me with fear darkening her eyes. “Okay. I’m good.”

I went to the door, phone in my hand, it already buzzing with a message from Mason.Herewas all it said.

I still peeked out the door and opened it, catching Mason’s impatient gaze glaring down the door like he wanted to set it on fire.

“Fucking leaves and pine needles are stamped down just out of sight of the camera at the corner. How in the fuck he saw them, I have no idea.”

“Luck?”

“No way. He’s smart.”

And that was the entire damn problem. We kept underestimating him, and he kept outsmarting us.

“How in the hell did he take care of Roger and get his ass back here to leave that note so quick, andwhy?”

“Because he has help,” Mason said, and a lead ball dropped straight to my gut. “And that help is smart.”

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