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Bedroom
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Theatre
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I checked every camera and was met with the same message. Inhaling, my breath caught in my throat as I clicked on the last camera.
Pool
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Swallowing thickly, my jaw tightened, and I hurriedly opened my messages, hovering over Maya’s name and typed out a quick message, telling her to get to Chloe. He wasn’t going to get satisfaction from my fearful response, even if I was scared to death right now. Leaning forward, as close to the speaker as I could, I said, “Listen here, you son of a bitch. If you touch her, I will find you, and I will fillet the skin from your filthy body. Turn the cameras back on. Now.”
“This isn’t about you and me anymore. You know who she belongs with, who really owns her. You bring her to me, and I’ll make sure she’s taken care of, maybe I’ll even let you come by and fuck her from time to time if you do as I say. She’s naked right now, know that? Swimming carelessly, and ripe for the taking. I miss the way she feels against me.”
“Fuck you,” I seethed.
“Fuck me? No fuck you motherfucker. I swe—”
My body quivered with a mix of fear and anger as I hung up and quickly ordered the system to call Nick. I didn’t even bother with my turn signal, peeling out into the line of cars trying to get to her. My brain was reeling with any way or any idea on how to keep her safe. Nick mentioned her phone once; maybe I could use that as a bargaining chip, or I could pay him off to cover what was lost. Fuck, I couldn’t…breathe. My fingers pulled at my hair, twisting painfully as I hit eighty miles an hour in the fast lane.
“Hello?”
Nick’s groggy voice came through the speaker, and I wasted no time barking orders, but when it came to my best friend, the mask fell away, and it helped me quickly realize how easily Maya could slip through my fingers again. No more drinking after tonight, and if I couldn’t find her protection while I was away, then she would come with me; end of story. “Listen to me, Nicholas, get to my house. You have to get there now! I-I’m not…Nick, I’m not going to make it,” my voice cracked.
“Yes, you are, breathe and focus on the road. I got you,” he soothed.
I could hear shuffling around as he must be throwing clothes on quickly. In a moment’s notice, he was out the door, and I heard myself connect to the speaker of his helmet as he peeled out of the driveway. The others weren’t aware of the situation between Maya and me, so I hesitated in asking them for help but really wished now that I had.
My cameras were still offline, and no doubt hanging up pissed Nick off. The group chat lit up instantly when Nick sent a message for the others to meet at my house, and my shoulders relaxed, unlike my lead foot, and I sighed.
The lights of the other cars were a blur, time slowing as I raced against the clock. For all I knew, she was gone already, and we would be too late. As I turned the corner, my home came into view, some of the guys already in my house while some manned the outside. I closed out the camera app hung up once my house came into view, jumping out before I even came to a complete stop.
My eyes locked with Ethan’s through the darkness. “Tell me what’s going on. Please tell me she is in there.” I pleaded with desperation.
Noah’s gravelly voice answered, my gaze ripping from Ethan to his brother in a panic. “The door was already open, Angel. We don’t know.”
Chapter Eighteen
Maya
The water felt nice and warm as it splashed loosely against my ankles. I’d taken some time for myself today, wrapped up in the comfort of weighted blankets and snacks galore. I might have also bought a TV, but for good reason. Sometimes it got boring watching him play video games, not that he did it much. Now, each TV was parallel to the others; once I got bored, I could immerse myself in the world of reality shows, like my life didn’t hold enough drama.
I chuckled to myself; things have been good, although I slightly wondered why. I wasn’t sure what was worse: trouble at the forefront or always looking over my shoulder. Rocco was known to move silently, striking like a serpent when his prey was weak and unaware. Call it a blind spot of sorts. I’d dare Rocco to try anything at all while Riley was in Seattle. Although, maybehe should come, then I’d get to have a front row seat to his execution—promises, promises right?
I’d just done my last lap, getting some much-needed exercise. It’d been way too long since I’d stretched out my limbs, and they were screaming, scolding me for not giving them any attention. My phone buzzed uncontrollably against the fabric of the chair, falling off and sliding across the floor with the repeated notifications. It was probably Riley telling me to drink water or something like that, which was hilarious considering he drank his weight in anything but. But now, sleep was calling my name, and he would have to wait for pleasure until tomorrow. Seldom did I send pictures of myself, and he tortured me by not sending any back. A dick picture I would gladly welcome into my inbox. The cursive ink along his shaft was a constant reminder of the deep-rooted love he had for me, and if I had to be honest, it turned me on every time I saw it. While Riley wasn’t overly affectionate, I accepted it. I had issues of my own with PDA, so it was easy to meet him in the middle.
Wrapping the towel around my naked body, I bent down and scooped up my phone when a shadow shot across my vision. My vision was blurry from the water, and my eyes were mildly burning from the chlorine, but I could still make out the silhouette that stood just opposite me at the other end of the pool.
“Well, it took you long enough. I wanted to take a dip together, but I’m tired now, so maybe another time,” I smiled at the shadowy figure. They only stood unmoving, tilting their head to the side to reveal a mask illuminated in red LED lighting.
Something shifted in the air as I heard a sharp intake of breath from the shadow. My eyebrows furrowed, trying to get a better look, but soon realizing that this wasn’t Riley.
This couldn’t be real, and I was going crazy. I would have heard the alarm trip. “Riley, this is a little too intense. You can stop now,” I giggled awkwardly. “Please.”
