Page 19 of Mayhem

“That’s scary as hell. What are we going to do?” she asks, rubbing her arms. Comforting herself.

Both lost in our own heads, we miss the sound of Chase’s truck pulling up. We both jump as the front door unlocks and opens. I let out a sigh of relief when Chase walks through with Nate close behind him.

Chase walks right over to me, one hand cupping my face as his eyes examine my body for any sign of injury.

“Are you okay? What happened?” he growls.

“I’m fine. Stop manhandling me.” I pull away from him.

“Why were you running?” Nate asks, his eyes on Hailee.

“Someone was following us,” I say.

“Who?” Chase demands.

“If I knew who, I would tell you. I have no idea.”

“Well, what did he look like?” Chase asks, eyes narrowed at my smart-ass answer.

“The windows were tinted,” I answer.

“So he was in a car?”

“Yep.”

“What kind?” he asks.

“A black one?” I say, already regretting coming here.

Then I glance at Hailee and see her shaking. I take my last thought back. I don’t regret bringing her to safety.

“It was a Toyota Camry SE. Four-door, tinted windows. Sounded like the engine had a mod on it or something, but I can’t say for sure.”

We all stare slack-jawed at Hailee.

“What?” She shrugs her shoulders. “My dad owned a body shop.”

“Fuck, that’s hot,” Nate murmurs.

“Ew.” She turns to Chase. “So what are we going to do?”

“Wearen’t going to do anything. Nate’s going to take you to get some food, then take you back to your house and drop you off. I’m going to take Willow to go get her things, then we are going to eat dinner here. She will see you tomorrow.”

“Excuse me?” Hailee and I say in unison.

“You heard me. Say goodbye to your friend, Willow. Trust me, it’s for the best for now.”

“He saw her with me,” I hiss.

“She won’t be alone.”

I go to argue more, but Hailee places her hand on my shoulder. “It’s okay. Really. My foster brother Jacob will be home tonight with his girlfriend, anyway. I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

“Where’s your cell phone?” I ask her.

She pulls it out, handing it to me.

I turn to Chase. “Put your number in. If she feels like she’s in danger at all, you’re going to get her.”

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