Page 15 of Fury
Greyson shakes his head. "With all due respect, Mrs. Bennett, your family is too visible. Everyone knows where you live, and the stalker has already proven he can find her here."
"What are you suggesting?" Dad asks, his voice dangerously quiet.
Greyson meets his gaze steadily. "She stays with me. My place is on the edge of town, set back from the road. Security system, private drive, no one would think to look for her there."
"Absolutely fucking not," Dad explodes, exactly as I expected. "My daughter is not staying at your house!"
"Dad…" I begin, but Greyson cuts me off.
"This isn't about us," though the way his hand finds mine suggests otherwise. "This is about keeping her safe until we find this guy."
Kyle steps forward, placing a restraining hand on my father's shoulder. "Wilder, think about it. Greyson's place is the most secure option we have. Three acres, surrounded by woods, and a state-of-the-art security system I had installed myself."
"I don't give a damn if it's Fort Knox," Dad growls. "She's not staying there alone with him."
"I can take care of myself," I protest weakly.
"Clearly," Greyson murmurs beside me, his thumb tracing circles on my palm where our hands are joined. "But this isn't just about physical safety, Livie. This guy is obsessed with you. He's been following you, watching you. The psychological toll of that…"
"I know the toll," I interrupt sharply. "I've been living with it for weeks."
"Exactly. And you shouldn't have to do it alone anymore."
Dad paces the length of the room, his internal struggle visible in every tense line of his body. His gaze then shifts to me. "You arm yourself at all times. That gun doesn't leave your side, you understand me?"
"Yes, Daddy," I say gently.
"And you," Dad turns back to Greyson, stepping closer until they're almost nose to nose, "you protect her with your life. Because if anything happens to her under your roof, there won't be a place on this earth you can hide from me. She is my baby.” The heartbroken look on his face is shattering.
"I'd die before I let anyone hurt her," Greyson says with such quiet conviction that even my father seems taken aback.
Kyle clears his throat. "It's settled then. Olivia stays with Greyson until we find this stalker and… deal with him." Those final words send a chill down my spine.
"I'll need to get some things from my room," I say, finally finding my voice in the middle of this conversation that's been happening around me.
"I'll go with you," Mom offers immediately. "We'll pack what you need."
As the arrangements are finalized, I find myself watching Greyson across the room, deep in conversation with his father and mine. There's something surreal about this situation—less than twenty-four hours back in town, and I'm moving into Greyson Reed's house with an obsessed stalker on my trail.
"Not exactly how you pictured your homecoming, huh?" Lani appears beside me, her expression a mix of concern and wry humor.
"Not exactly," I agree, accepting the fresh cup of tea she offers. "Twenty-four hours ago, I was worried about setting up my station at the salon."
"And now you're moving in with the hottest guy in town while being hunted by a psychopath." She bumps her shoulder against mine. "Only you, Liv."
Despite everything, I find myself laughing. "When you put it that way…"
"Seriously, though," her voice drops lower, "are you okay? Really okay?"
I consider the question, looking around the room at the people mobilizing to protect me—my family, the club, Greyson. For weeks in LA, I'd felt isolated, vulnerable, afraid to sleep in my own apartment. Now, surrounded by this network of fierce protectors, I feel something I haven't in a long time: safe.
"I will be," I tell her, and for the first time, I believe it.
Across the room, Greyson looks up, his eyes finding mine as if drawn by some invisible force. The intensity in his gaze makes my breath catch. Whatever happens next—with the stalker, with us—one thing is certain: nothing will ever be the same again.
And maybe, just maybe, that's not such a bad thing.
"Ready?" Greyson asks, appearing at my side as discussions conclude around us.
