As much as my brain is telling me to drive my fist into his face, I take a step back and count backwards slowly in my head to try and calm myself.
This bastard needs to pay for what he did to Quinn, but I have this nagging feeling like she wasn’t the first girl he’s forced himself on. No, this man is a serial sexual predator, someone clever enough to cover his tracks. And no matter what he says and does, he knows there’s not a damn thing I can do about it because I have no evidence.
“Good boy,” Rogers adds. “I can see your mind working, your thoughts are so loud. In answer to you, you’ve got nothing on me, and if you or your little bitch squeal, who’re they going to believe? Some hot-headed prick and his little stripper whore or the secretary of the board of this school, an upstanding member of this city for over two decades?”
I hate the fact I’m fucking helpless, but he’s right. The law won’t take the word of a former underage stripper and me, it’s his word against ours, and if it gets out, mine and Quinn’s relationship will be outed too.
I don’t care about my reputation, I’d gladly give up my job for her, but it’sherreputation I’m worried about. I can’t have it made public knowledge of what she used to do, it would hurt her, humiliate her. I can’t have that.
I’m between a rock and a hard place, and he knows it. If I thought for even a second that going to the cops about Quinn’s assault would make difference, I would. Fuck the consequences and everything that comes crashing down with it. Fuck my job, Quinn is much more important to me.
“Well, it’s been fun Dwight, send my regards to myangelwon’t you?” He lets out a laugh before turning and sauntering away with a triumphant spring in his step.
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, wanting so badly to hit something, a door, a wall, anything, just to release the anger that burns hot in my veins.
I need to figure out a way to get rid of this bastard, but I keep coming up short. He’s rich, well-respected and seemingly untouchable.
As far as I’m aware, Rogers doesn’t know that Quinn attended the university, and I want to keep it that way, keep her out of this for as long as I possibly can.
If she finds out about this, she’ll only worry. No good will come of her knowing who he is. I’ll keep the truth from her, until a time comes where I may be forced to tell her.
That night, when Quinn heads off to take her shower, I lift up her phone from the coffee table and install a tracking app and link it to my phone.
I shuffle the app into the tools folder, hoping that if she sees it, she’ll just assume that it’s some pre-installed app from the manufacturer.
I don’t mean to come off creepy and possessive by doing this, but with Rogers around, he’s more of a threat than ever, and I want to be able to find Quinn if worst comes to the worst and something happens to her.
I’ll protect her.
Always.
Chapter 44
Quinn
The next couple of weeks pass in the blink of an eye and somehow I managed to get most my assignments near enough complete, giving me some time to relax over the holidays.
I’m swept up into Dwight’s arms as soon as the door is wide enough for him to slip inside. His mouth captures mine as he kicks the front door shut and walks us over to the couch so I’m straddling his lap.
“How would you like to spend Christmas with me and my family?” Dwight asks, brushing away the hair from my face.
“Really? Are they okay with that?”
“Actually, it was my mom’s idea. She really took a shine to you at Thanksgiving, and Lissy loves you, so why wouldn’t they want you with us? I’d really love to spend Christmas with you.”
“How could I ever say no to that? I’d love to spend Christmas with you. Thank you.”
His eyes drift over to the table where my laptop sits open, books and pieces of paper litter the table and the floor. “What are working on?”
I rest my head against his shoulder. “Finishing off the last of my assignments.” More specifically, the assignmentheset during our last class.
“What professor is evil enough to assign his students work over the holidays?”
I fight a smile. “Well, you see, my English professor is kind of an ass, and hewasthat evil that he decided to give us work to do over Christmas break,” I say playfully.
“Hmm... sounds like a dick to me.”
“Ahugedick.”
