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"What do you mean?" I look up at him, confused. "We go to the police and tell them everything Diane told us."
"And what if they don't act quickly enough?" His blue eyes are cold, calculating. "This man followed you across state lines, Livie. He's been stalking you, stalking your family. He's dangerous and desperate."
I understand what he's suggesting, and a chill runs down my spine. "Greyson, we can't just?—"
"We will do whatever is necessary to keep you safe," he interrupts, his tone leaving no room for argument. "That's all that matters to me."
Mason nods in agreement, his expression mirroring Greyson's deadly resolve. "He threatened one of our own. Club rules apply."
The weight of their words settles over me. This is the reality of the world I was born into, the world I tried to leave behind in LA. Justice delivered not by courts and laws, but by men who make their own rules, who protect their own at any cost.
And now, standing in Greyson's kitchen with my brother and the man who's claimed me as his, I have to decide. Do I embrace that world again, with all its darkness and all its protection? Or do I insist on doing things the "right" way, even if it means putting myself and others at risk?
As if reading my thoughts, Greyson cups my face in his hands, forcing me to meet his gaze. "This isn't a choice between right and wrong, Livie. It's a choice between safe and sorry. And I won't be sorry when it comes to your life."
I close my eyes, leaning into his touch. "Let me call my dad first," I say finally. "Let's hear what he thinks."
Greyson nods, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "Fair enough."
As I dial my father's number, I can't shake the feeling that whatever happens next will change everything—not just for Richard Keller, but for me. For the woman I thought I'd become in LA, and the woman I might need to be now that I'm home.
I’m not going to allow a wife-beating motherfucker to take the enjoyment out of my life.
It’s time for some fun.
Chapter
Five
Livie
"Livie?" Dad's voice comes through immediately, tense with concern. "Everything okay?"
"We need to talk," I say, putting the phone on speaker. "Mason's here with me and Greyson. We just spoke to Diane."
"Your roommate from LA?" I can hear the confusion in his voice. "What's she got to do with this?"
I take a deep breath, squeezing Greyson's hand for support. "Everything, Dad. She's the reason this guy is after me."
"What?" The single word comes out like a growl.
I explain everything—Richard Keller, the recordings, the flash drive hidden in our apartment, Diane's attempts to build a case against him. With each detail, Dad's breathing grows heavier, the familiar sound of his barely contained rage.
"Let me get this straight," Dad says when I finish. "This piece of shit isn't stalking you because he's obsessed with you. He's hunting you because he thinks you have evidence that could send him to prison for what he did to other women?"
"That's the gist of it," Mason confirms.
"And your friend," Dad continues, his voice dangerously quiet, "she hid this evidence in your apartment without telling you, knowing this guy was dangerous? Knowing what he'd done to other women who crossed him."
I wince at the cold fury in his tone. "She was scared, Dad."
"So, she put you in danger instead?" Dad's voice erupts through the speakerphone, a volcanic fury that makes even Mason wince.
"I'll kill him myself," he growls, the sound of something shattering in the background punctuating his rage. "This piece of shit thinks he can hunt my daughter? In my town?"
"Wilder." Mom's voice filters through, trying to calm him.
"No, Joslyn. This ends now." There's a deadly calm replacing his initial explosion that's somehow more terrifying. "Mason, call church. I want every brother at the table in thirty minutes."
