Page 61 of Six of Hearts
“M-my friend Khloe,” I stuttered out.
“The wedding planner?” Liam asked.
Well, good news, the guys were actually listening to me when I spoke, that’s one relationship box ticked, now I just had to pray I could tick the ‘not a murderer’ one.
“Yeah,” I responded to Liam, hating the way I was glancing around the room for items I could use to protect myself if I needed to. I loved him and I honestly felt like he loved me too.
He wasn’t going to hurt me.
“She’s having a hell of a time out there with some groomsmen on her current job. I’m just afraid she’s getting in a little over her head.”
“Do you need Gabriel or me to check anyone out?” Liam asked.
It was an incredibly sweet sentiment, but all I could think about was how easily those powers could be used to exploit me or someone else. “No,” I said.
“She’s a tough cookie. I think I’m just being overprotective.”
“That’s in your nature,” Liam responded. He placed a finger under my chin and tipped my head up and gave me a kiss on the lips.
“It’ll be okay, and remember, we’re here for you if you need anything. Any friend of yours is someone we’d do anything to look out for.”
I smiled. How could Liam or any of the other men be killers? They couldn’t be.
“Thank you.”
Talking with Liam calmed me down.
To even think that the men were the kind of man who could do what I saw in those pictures was outrageous. They didn’t have an evil bone among them.
I went home that evening confident I’d get a much better night of sleep, at least that was the plan until I got home and saw there was another envelope on my door.
It wasn’t certified mail the second time around, it was actually taped to my door. Someone had been in my apartment building and had even come up to my door.
Heart racing, I ripped the envelope down and rushed inside. I locked my door, shut and locked all of my windows, and even went the extra mile and hid anything I had that had a camera on it.
Someone was watching me, and the violation and exposure of it was giving me a heart attack.
I didn’t take the care to use a knife, and ripped open the envelope with my hands shaking so wildly I could barely hold it. The top sheet was another blank page with only a single typed line, similar to the last one.
‘I hOpE yOu HaVe YoUr AfFaIrS iN oRdEr.’
Tears were already streaming down my face, but then I pulled the sheet away and started to sob in earnest. In the picturewas the very same woman who’d been pictured in the photos I received the first time, except in the photo I had in my hand currently, there was a man standing over her.
He was staring directly at the camera and had a splatter of dried blood on his hand. The man was Ronan.
Eighteen
Ronan
I groggily awoke from my sleep to the sound of knocking on my door. I glanced at the clock on my bedside table, and it was well after midnight.
Whoever thought it was appropriate to knock on my door at such an hour was going to get more than an earful from me.
As I passed by Finn's room, I peeked in to make sure he hadn't been disturbed by all the ruckus, and fortunately he hadn't—for both him and whoever was on the other side of the door.
"You had better be a cop with a warrant," I hollered as I approached the door. I unlocked it and swung it open, ready to unleash my irritation.
All the rage in my body fled in an instant.
