“This is private property,” I reply, keeping my eyes hard. “And you need to get the fuck off our property.”
“We were invited,” one of the girls says. “And you’re kind of cute. I’d do a lot of fun things to you if you introduced us to him.”
What the hell?
“Oh my God, I think that’s him!”
The girls start to squeal, and Sunflower spooks. She rears up on her hind legs and then bucks, and I can’t stay on her. The next thing I know, I’m airborne, and then I’m in the dirt, and everything hurts.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Ryker
“Good morning,” I say, answering the call from Gideon as Aiden points his horse toward the fence. I love seeing my kid on his horse. He’s a fucking natural.
“You’re not going to like this,” Gid says in my ear, and I let out a gusty breath.
“It’s Andy, isn’t it?”
“Right the first time.”
“That motherfucker.” I filled my brother in yesterday on the cops going to my condo with Mac. “They found six cameras in my house, Gid.”
“I know. I talked with a Lieutenant Matt Montgomery. How did you get a high-ranking murder cop to help with this?”
“He’s Will Montgomery’s brother.”
“Ah. Makes sense.”
“There were two cameras in my bedroom, two in the living room, one in the kitchen, and one out by the rooftop pool.”
Thank Christ there wasn’t one in my office.
“They ran fingerprints,” Gid informs me. “All Andy’s. He wasn’t even smart enough to wear gloves.”
“He wasn’t even smart enough to demand a different amount of money from what he’d asked me for not a day before he sent those photos.”
Gideon scoffs. “I never liked that guy.”
“Yeah, yeah, so you and Wills have said many times.”
“There’s a warrant out for his arrest, and he’ll likely be picked up today. I can prove that he’s the one who sent the photos, so in addition to stalking and a host of other charges from the cameras, extortion ... hell. A ton of things—he’ll be arrested and is likely going to prison for a while.”
I think of Willow and how upset she’s been, and I can’t help but be okay with that.
“Hopefully he’s arrested before he sends those photos to the press.”
“I believe it’s happening as we speak,” Gid replies. “I’ll keep you posted on that.”
I notice some commotion at the fence, and that Aiden is talking to ... a group of people?
“Why are there people on my property?”
“What do you mean?”
I head that way. “There are six of them. Four female, two male, and they’re harassing Aiden.”
“I’m calling the sheriff,” Gid says. “Christ, can’t you live without drama for one day?”
