"Did anyone ever tell you that you're too much of a good guy?"
Probably but I couldn't for the life of me think of any examples at the moment. All the blood in my body was too busy rushing to my dick to even think straight. I was lucky I had enough sense not to throw her over my shoulder and march upstairs to her bedroom.
Thankfully I was saved by the bell.
Literally. The bell on my phone, alerting me of someone outside of Vanessa's house went off.
"Hold that thought."
It was probably one of my co-workers again. If I had to guess, Hendrix. The man had excellent timing. Only this time, I was glad for the cockblock. It saved me from doing something I would regret.
I waited for the doorbell to ring on my way over to the front door, but it never came.
That's weird.
Surely by now, whoever tripped the alarm would've made it to the front door and made themselves known.
I glanced through the peephole and expected to find someone standing on the other side, but there was no one.
"What's wrong?" I turned around to find Vanessa standing just a few feet behind me with a worried look on her face.
"There's no one there."
"Maybe an animal set it off." She shrugged like it was no big deal, but my gut was saying something was wrong, so I slipped my gun out of the holster and held it out in front of me.
"Do me a favor and wait for me in the living room." It wasn't a question but more of a demand.
"Okay." Vanessa didn't argue, and I would forever be thankful for that. She understood how serious everything was.
Slowly opening the door, I did a sweep side to side but found nothing in my direct line of sight. However somethinglow caught my attention. I cursed when I glanced down and saw what it was.
Grabbing the vase of dead flowers, I brought it back inside and made my way to where Vanessa sat on the couch in the living room.
"What's that?" Vanessa scrunched up her nose at the little gift.
"My guess is another warning." And that pissed me off. I was getting sick of whoever this fucker was.
"What the hell?" I couldn't agree more with her sentiment.
"I need to look at the cameras to see what they caught."
I grabbed my laptop from where it sat on the coffee table and logged into the security system software that our company used. It didn't take me long to rewind the live footage and find the individual who snuck onto the porch to drop off the deranged present.
"Most of his fucking face is covered." I growled and was tempted to snap the lid shut on my laptop. That's how pissed I was.
"Wait, let me see that again." I turned it so Vanessa could get a good look. "Can you freeze it on the actual face for me?"
I did as she asked but couldn't understand why. There was no way to get an identity with the little bit that we could see. Even though something deep in the recesses of my brain was saying that the small part I could see was familiar.
"That's him."
"Who?" I practically jumped on her words.
"That's the guy who has been blackmailing me."
I took another good look at his face. "Are you sure? You can barely see his face."
"I'm positive because every time we met, he would cover his face in the shadows. It's only the profile he ever showed me."
