Seb: You assholes better not fuck this up in my absence. Keep me posted.
Owen: Hey Wes ??
Lev: He has a point
Lev: I think I found something
Seb: Will you two fuckers stop? She’s not the problem. Whoever is after her is.
Owen: What he said
Owen: Wy, update
Owen: Wy?
Owen: ?? ??
Wes: Owen chill the fuck out. He’ll be here soon.
Owen: Again Wes ????????
I don’t even bother texting them anything else. I put my jet black Bugatti Chiron Super Sport 300+ with full-length jet orange racing stripes in drive. Revving the engine and punching it out of the garage, I’m hoping to outrun my worry for Ariah’s safety.
This person is getting bolder, and if they really have her father, this ups the game to a different level.
* * *
There’sno way I could go back to the Tombs without checking on her.
Standing over her sleeping form, each inhale and exhale of her chest settles a calm in me. She’s home safe. But it also renews my anger that someone would dare think to threaten to take her from me.
As if she senses me, her body turns, and her face scrunches, wrinkles forming along her forehead. Strands of midnight blue hair fall into her face, blocking my view of her lusciously plump pink lips.
Bending over, I brush her hair back and kiss her furrowed brows.
My heart constricts with a feeling more incredible than obsession when her face relaxes, and she lets out a sigh as if my presence puts her at ease.
She always responds so beautifully for me, her body naturally recognizing our connection. Soon she’ll do this when she’s awake. Pressing a light kiss to her lips, I turn and leave.
Now it’s time to get some more answers. When we met earlier, Lev was able to locate the car that delivered the package to Monty’s. It didn’t take much more for him to locate the person driving and the cunt who did the delivery. They’re both waiting to be questioned.
I’ve already called dibs on the delivery person. The guys can share the driver. I want the bitch ass fucker who was brave enough to leave the package.
I pull up in front of the Fraternitas building and make my way to the basement. Hopefully, the guys started questioning them because while I want answers, I’m more interested in their agony. Fuck their answers.
When I cross the threshold, I’m met with the animated voices of the guys. Owen’s head is the first to pop up, his movements manic, leg bouncing a mile a minute as his finger drums a steady beat along the table.
“Took you long enough,” Owen snarls, his patience hanging by a thread. Now that he’s falling for Riri, his only recourse to expel his pent-up rage is when he has someone under his blade.
Joining them at the table, I simply reply, “I needed to see her and know that she’s safe.”
His brown eyes soften. “How was she?”
“She was sleeping peacefully when I left. Tabby let me in and said she’d gone to bed pretty early. She’s been having more panic attacks, so she took her meds and went to bed early.”
Owen grimaces, nodding his understanding. Then we both focus on Lev and Wes, engaged in a whispered conversation.
I interject, ready to move this part along, “Okay, what did I miss?”
