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Maci
I have been super antsy the past couple of days. No matter what, I can’t seem to berate myself for having to be a waitress. Nothing about this situation is a humbling thing and it’s making me even more upset.
I have been lying in bed for the past couple of house trying to go back asleep. I toss and turn but nothing works. I’m too antsy. I can’t sit still.
I pull out my phone and look up a porn website. Maybe if I fuck myself, I will be able to go back to sleep. I search through the videos on the feed until I come across a man who looks like Hawk. I greedily click the thumbnail and the video pops up.
My fingers slide over my slick flesh and I watch the tall, dark and dangerous looking man fuck a woman on the screen. I watch the entire video but I still can’t come.
“Fuck!” I groan and exit out of the video.
I look at the time again and groan. It’s been another hour and I still haven’t slept.
“Fuck it,” I mumble. I’m going to Target.
My phone is ringing once I pull the beat up car into the parking lot of my new apartment. I have spent the past hour at Target in hopes of relaxing. Didn’t work. I roll my eyes when I see it is my handler.
“Hello?” I answer and rest my head against the steering wheel.
“How did it go?” Howie asks from the other side of the country.
“Look. I applied. I got the job. I don’t know what more you want of me,” I sniped back. Being in witness protection wasn’t something I volunteered to be in.
Hell, this is the last thing I’m interested in doing.
The pounding on my door is what wakes me up in the middle of the night. I reach over to grab my gun I have stashed under my nightstand for this exact thing. You can never be too prepared.
“Mom!” Riley calls out to me from her room.
I place my finger over my lips and point back to her room. One of the good things about having a pre-teen daughter is they love to be in their room. That is until you force them to stay in their room.
My twelve year-old stays where she is and doesn’t move.
It has been two nights since the trial and it has been two nights since my life was threatened. Yeah, I’m taking the threats seriously, but it never clicked until the pounding on my door wakes me up in the middle of the night.
I have the gun cocked and ready while I look through the peephole. What the fuck is Howie doing here? Howie is the man in charge of all court personnel.
I swing open the door to greet them. “You know what time it is?” I ask stupidly. Surely, he knows what time it is and are here for some other bull shit reason.
“Where is Riley?” Howie asks and looks around the living room for some reason.
“In her room. Why are you here?”
He walks around the room, checking the windows and checking all of the doors around the house. I have no idea what he is looking for, but he’s scaring the shit out of me.
“You have two seconds to tell me why you’re here or I’m making a complaint,” I threaten.
“I’m making sure you’re not bugged,” he mutters. His dark blond haired head is going to work checking everything with a tool to make sure I’m not bugged.
“What is going on?” I demand, this time a little more forcefully.
“Vitali put a hit out on you. We intercepted it while he was at the jail. You’re not safe here and neither is your daughter.”
My mouth drops. “What are you talking about? He was being serious?”
My heart races in my chest, I feel like I’m getting lightheaded. I never would have expected this to happen to me or my daughter. There has to be a mistake.
