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I’m not sure things can ever truly gotoo far, but my Katie girl being threatened with a hospital or some kind of rehab treatment… that seems pretty intense in itself.

Although I would never allow it to happen.

If that were the case, I’d steal my Katie girl in a second.

I can do it right now too if I wanted.

Then again, think about it…

My Katie girl will be in a hotel. All alone. For days.

Something about this doesn’t make sense.

I have to admit—prison seemed a lot quieter than freedom.

But prison didn’t have my Katie girl.

As far as whatever is happening right now in her life, I’ll get to the bottom of it.

I’ve got murder on my hands, heroin hidden in the garage, and my cousin has been admitted to the hospital overnight for observation.

Now my Katie girl is being sent away to a hotel tocollect herself.

Nothing feels right… except when I close my eyes and picture my Katie girl reaching back and playing with her ass…

Chapter 41

Kate

Day1

The hotel is really nice.

A thirty minute drive, alone, which gave me time to just think.

Only one thing on my mind.

I’m greeted at the front desk by a man in a suit who treats me like I’m a celebrity.

I only have one large suitcase, on wheels, but he insists on bringing it to my room for me.

Room Two-Twenty-Three.

Part of me wished it wastwo-twenty-twojust for the sake of a number that matched so I could somehow use that to explain my feelings for Corbin and that my fiancé sent me here as a kind, maybe romantic gesture, when in reality I still can’t stop thinking if he just told me that he and my best friend were fucking, how that would have solved so many problems.

I’m not a good person.

The hotel room is like an apartment.

The bed is large, way too big for just one person. There’s a balcony that overlooks nothing but trees. It’s quiet and serene. I know I’ll gravitate right to that spot as much as possible. Anything to sort of hide, even though I’m already hiding in a hotel.

There are menus next to the bed. Anything and everything you can think of. From pizza to sushi. I can get anything I want ordered and delivered right to the room.

I guess that’s the point here.

Chad wants me to just relax. To decompress. He’s scared to death that I’m hurting myself and that something really bad is going to happen.

For all I know, this hotel visit is just a rouse. Maybe he’s planning out some kind of treatment thing for me and when I get back home I’ll be told to go somewhere else.