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“I’ll work through the night on these,” I call out to Mutt. “I’ll catch a nap at some point and then we’ll hit it again in the morning.” I look back at him. “You know all of this is mine. And the cash… I’ll find it all, Mutt.”

I just ruined his night and ruined his life.

Poor guy.

He went from getting a blow job from a desperate single mom to losing everything around him.

I walk back to the office to get the first work order.

Car makin’ squeaky noise when runnin’

That’s Mutt’s handwriting.

No worries though, I’ll figure it out.

I take out my phone and check the time.

No doubt in my mind, my sweet Katie girl is dealing with her fiancé right now.

It’s time for me to play.

You’re going to play with your cunt tonight and think about me. You’re going to do it in bed, right next to him. When he’s asleep. When you finish, you’re going to take a picture of your sticky fingers and send it to me. You have no choice, Katie. You’re mine again. And this time it’s forever.

I send the text and I get to work.

I crank up some Motörhead through the old speakers and I keep my phone close by.

Eagerly awaiting my picture from my sweet Katie girl.

Chapter 5

Kate

This canall end right now.

One quick conversation and it’s done.

I know the kind of guy Chad is. He’ll understand. He always understands.

He’ll have a lot of questions for me, but that’s okay.

‘Chad, we should talk about something quick. This is going to sound really weird, but like ten years ago my ex went to prison. I was with him when he got arrested. I was actually put in handcuffs for a bit. It was kind of scary. I lived a different life then. I wasn’t a bad person or anything. I didn’t commit crimes. Anyway, my ex got out of prison and showed up here today. I know. I know, you want to freak out right now. He wasn’t mean or anything like that. It was shocking, that’s for sure. I did something stupid though. I panicked and deleted the video of him at the door. I don’t know why. I think I just wanted to pretend he didn’t exist. I’m really sorry about that. I don’t know what to do next here…’

I’m sitting on the edge of the bed as I play that conversation out over and over.

What exactly would Chad do?

Well, knowing him, he’d call up a lawyer friend. He’d figure out what can or cannot be done. I’m sure he’d have someone contact Corbin to let him know to stay away from me and the house. He’d probably then use Corbin’s parole officer too.

“Hey, Kate, are you okay?” Chad asks.

He’s standing in a towel.

He’s skinny. Not skeletal skinny. He’s got some tone.

But, you know, he’s not winning any awards for taking his shirt off.

I blink a few times.