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I motion for her to come into my arms, but she refuses.
"You know I will do anything to keep you safe,” I say, hating that she won’t come to me.
Tears fall rapidly down her face. "He found me, Grayson.”
My spine steels and I sit up straight. "What do you mean he found you?”
She wipes the tears away but it’s pointless because they fall faster. "I found a note on my car after work. I didn’t read it until I locked myself in the Jeep. I didn’t see anyone around when Ichecked, but I know it's him.”
"Were you followed home?”
"No. I watched the entire time. There was no one there. He doesn’t drive because he doesn’t stay sober long enough to get behind the wheel. And he can’t risk getting pulled over because it will fuck up his entire agenda. ”
"Do you still have the note?”
"No. I threw it out the window. It was a piece of paper, but my paranoia kicked in thinking a tracking device was somehow on it.”
I don’t blame her. She needs to be on guard and do everything she can to protect herself, even if it doesn’t seem logical.
"What did it say?” My question comes out abrasive, but I need to know every little thing so I can take this fucker down.
Logan starts shaking again and I can’t take the distance anymore. I pull her onto my lap and wrap my arms tightly around her.
"I-It said,Hide and go seek is my favorite game.You did good for a long time, but I found you, Princess.” Her voice shakes as she says the nickname that caused her to panic after our first night together.
This asshole is fucking sick.
I need to do something. I need to talk to my brothers. There is so much I need to unpack in my head, but I need to get her someplace safe first.
Running my hand down her back, I try to soothe her. "Angel. Nothing is going to happen to you or me. I promise. I don’t want to add to your stress, but I would feel better if we could move you to my place until this all gets sorted out. My place is more secure and closer to The Hideout and my parents. I know we aren’t far now, but I have cameras all around my place and so does The Hideout. And Oliver would love having his favorite person around more.”
She’s quiet for a minute but then nods. "Okay,” she says, sounding distant.
Tapping her back, I signal for her to stand. "Let’s go pack everything you want or need.”
She walks around the couch and starts up the stairs but stops and looks over her shoulder. "I love you, Grayson. Thank you for not freaking out and leaving.”
"I’m not going anywhere. I love you, too, Angel.”
I follow behind her. I'm not letting her out of my sight unless she’s with someone I trust.
The truth is, I am freaking out. I’m full of so much goddamn anger towards this Mike asshole that I’m about to explode.
I watch as she stuffs all her clothes into suitcases. She won’t be coming back here. Ever. Once Mike is gone, I’m attaching myself to this girl permanently.
As we walk back downstairs with bags in our hands, my mind wanders to one thing that isn’t sitting right.
Her mom died on her birthday, the day they planned to leave. I really don’t believe that it was self-inflicted, and I don’t think Logan does either.
I do know one thing that is one hundred percent true, Logan and her mom will not be sharing the same fate, especially not on her birthday.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Logan
“Princess.Comeout,comeout wherever you are,” Mike calls from somewhere in the hallway.
I curl further into a ball underneath my bed. He has been searching for me for a while and it’s only a matter of time before he finds me.