Hayes
“You’re fucking kidding me? We pay a cover fee to get into this place, and that’s the camera quality? I can’t tell who that is, I can’t even tell if that man is 20 or 60,” Liv huffs.
Malec sighs. “Yeah, it’s not the best, but that’s probably for a reason. These places don’t want the liability of knowing what’s going on when alcohol is involved.”
“Now what?” She says, glancing over at me, but I’m too busy staring at the screen as if I can jump through it and see who the stalker is.
“Now, I call in some favors. I’ll see if I can get someone to enhance this video and see if any other businesses in the vicinity of Casa Amigos will cooperate with their security footage.”
“That could take a while,” I utter.
“Yeah, it could. And, if he’s bold enough to walk into a room with all of us in it, and to be as angry as Thea said he looked… It’s time to take this more seriously.”
“We have been,” Liv says, defensively.
“Not seriously enough,” I state, and her head snaps in mydirection.
The silence in the room is thick as everyone looks at us.
Malec clears his throat to get our attention back. “I’m not trying to scare you, Liv, but nothing is going to get better before we get this guy. He’s escalating. Stalkers only want one thing, and they’ll kill for it.”
Liv doesn’t respond; she doesn’t even blink, but when I pull her into my chest, she comes willingly. “I’ve got you,” I whisper against her hair.
She takes a deep shuddering breath before righting herself. “So what do I do?”
* * *
“I’ve showered and packed, and you haven’t said a word to me. Can you stop pouting now?” Liv asks, leaning over the couch beside me.
We haven’t slept, and it’s nearly dawn, but the plan is for the cavalry to be here first thing in the morning to move Liv out of her cottage as quickly and quietly as possible. That only gives us about another hour to package her life into a neat little bow.
“We still don’t know who this guy is, Liv. I’m pissed.”
“I’m pissed, too. But I’m the one being terrorized by this creep. I’m the one being forced out of my home. So, get it together!” She stalks to the kitchen, and her flimsy robe flutters behind her.
Someone wants to take her from me. Someone wants to hurt her. I’m losing my damn mind, and she’s walking aroundwithout clothes on.
Doesn’t she realize what she does to me?
Her stalker’s obsession wouldn’t hold a flame to mine.
Her hand is shaking as she attempts to pour herself a drink, but I’m on her before she sees me coming, pushing her into the counter from behind and gripping her robe around her waist.
“Is this for me? Or are you hopingyour stalkeris peeking through your windows?” I whisper in her ear, dragging my teeth along her neck.
“You’re sick,” she huffs, but gasps when I bite her earlobe.
“Would you fuck me while he’s watching?”
“I would fuck you if anyone was watching.”
“Naughty girl.” I rip the robe down her arms, raking my teeth along her shoulder blade. “No one gets to see how pretty you look falling apart in my arms.”
She gasps, arching her back as my lips trail down her spine.
“Do you need my cock just like I need you to fucking breathe?” I grumble, digging my fingers into the soft flesh of her ass.
“Yes,” she breathes, moaning when I bury my face between her cheeks.
