Glancing through the entry, I recalled how she felt the need to run, to hide. She wasn’t sure why she was feeling like she needed to, but her gut was telling her to do just that.
She had written:
My gut feelings are the only thing I can trust these days. I have nothing else to lean on. But where would I go? There is no family to protect me from what is about it come. I have nowhere to go, no one to ask for help. What am I to do?
“She’s mentioned that someone had been following her, and she was sure it was Aaron,” I stated, flipping to the page that she had written that tidbit down. She had expressed her concern that her ex-boyfriend was trying to even kill her.
“He did want her dead, and according to Travis, Aaron thinks she is currently dead,” Zachariah stated.
“Could he have been behind…” I feared to say the words, which wasn’t what I wanted to happen. Could this man that I knew of, but had yet to meet, be the one that wanted us dead? Or at least one of us.
“It’s possible, yes,” Zachariah stated, taking a seat next to me. “But with him owing money to another powerful family, it’s hard to tell at this point. My father and grandfather have looked at this at every possible angle already.”
Aaron was a drug dealer, a popular one at that. The past few years, he’d gone into debt because he started using the drugs instead of selling, which wasn’t a smart move on his part. That was after his family fell apart at the seams due to trusting the wrong people. He threatened enough lives, some more than others. He’d threatened to kill me before I was ever born.
Lynn had taken me in after Racheal begged for my life. If it wasn’t for Lynn and Cody, I wouldn’t be alive today. I knew that for a fact.
It didn’t really matter that I was marrying into a powerful family, I was still just Avidya. None of that nonsense mattered to me. It never would, either.
“How about we go lay down for a bit,” Zachariah said. “I’ve missed holding you. I’vemissedjust having you all to myself.”
“Sounds perfect,” I said, letting the book sit in my place as I stood up, taking his hand in mine at the same moment.
At the simple touch, my skin sparked alight with fire.
I gave him a shy smile from under my eyelashes. I’d do just about anything for him. I’d walk through fire for this man.
It didn’t take long for us to crawl into bed, wrapped up in the covers. I lay on his chest, my casted arm on his chest, my head pillowed right under his chin.
After what felt like years, I was finally home.
