Fuck.
Not only is there now photographic evidence, but they also have access to Gracie’s security system.
The only people who should have that is me and the guys, but Harley is too in his own head to do anything like this. It’s obviously not Cole and I really can’t imagine Logan bothering with this. He wouldn’t involve himself with it, and if he was to put himself between me and Gracie, this definitely isn’t the way he would go about it.
Which means someone has hacked the camera system and if they’ve done that, then what else have they done?
And how long until they share the pictures?
My heartbeat picks up at the thought of Gracie receiving these, and I know I need to do something.
I need to make a choice.
Tell her and hope that she accepts all of me, or leave it to someone else to tell her?
Clearly, there’s only one thing to do.
My heart is in my throat as I pull up outside Gracie’s building.
This is so fucked.
Iam so fucked.
Not only am I going to have to do something about this, but I’m going to have to do it without my mask. Leaving my mask with Gracie clearly wasn’t one of my brightest ideas, but there’s nothing I can do about it now.
“It’s fine,” I mutter to myself. “Just go in there, grab her before she can refuse and get the hell out of here.”
It’s the best thing I can do in this bad situation. I have to get her out of her dorm and to somewhere safe. She’s not going to react well to what’s about to happen, but it’s what needs to be done.
It’s probably not great that I’m going into this halfcocked with no real plan at all, but I can’t help it. Ever since I saw that text, my brain has been screaming at me to do something.
And do itnow.
I bite the inside of my cheek and take a deep breath before getting out of the car…only, once I do, I see Gracie exiting her building at the same time.
This is either a really bad sign, or a really good one.
My eternal optimism is going to go with good, and I rush to open the trunk of the car before she can spot me. Once she gets closer, I spare a quick glance around to make sure there’s no one witnessing this before grabbing the things I need that I broughtalong for this reason and grab her. I stay silent behind her, since I’m not wearing the mask and I’m not sure I want her to know it’s me—we have enough going on. She fights me, but I manage to control the situation, getting the bag on her head, the zip ties around her wrists and getting her into the trunk with minimal effort.
I’m sorry, love. I’m so fucking sorry.
My heart pounds as adrenaline races through me and I once again look around to make sure no one saw what just went down. Luckily, the street is empty, and no one in the building seems to have seen what happened because I’m sure they would have called out.
Now all I need to do is get my mask from her dorm and hope like hell that she doesn’t hate me for this.
One can only hope.
FORTY-THREE
GRACIE
Istare down at the sketch book on my lap, not at all surprised to see the familiar face staring back at me.
He’s all I’ve been able to draw lately, whether it’s his actual face or him wearing the mask, it always comes back tohim.
It’s been fun, messing with him the way I have been, but it’s got to end sooner or later.
I’d rather it be sooner.
