ChapterTwenty-Nine
Tommy
I’m going to fucking kill him.
The sneaky little bastard has been pestering my girl for weeks pretending to be someone else. He has taken this shit to a whole other level. I’m torn between calling the police or dealing with him myself.
The only thing stopping me is the jail time I could possibly end up with, which would take me away from Maya. Again. And that is not going to happen. What’s the saying? It never rains, but it pours.
When bad things happen, more bad things are likely to follow.
That’s how life feels right now, the second I get her back, he has to pop up his weaselly head again. The conniving fucker. I can’t wrap my head around how he has the balls to do half of this shit.
“We need to call Bernie, now,” Gracie says.
I nod, “I agree.”
“I’ll make the call,” Max says as he wanders out of the room.
“He’s warped in the head. Maya, why didn’t you tell us you were seeing someone?” Fallon asks disappointed. Either in herself for not knowing or Maya for not telling her.
“I wanted to be around someone that didn’t know me. You have all been so amazing, but I’ve been walking on eggshells for months. It felt nice to talk to someone that didn’t know all my shit. Or so I thought anyway.” Her eyes are swollen and red, cheeks blotchy and her hands still shake. I pull her into me, needing her close. My heart aches for her. “Tommy, I never actually dated him. It was just coffee.”
She looks so on edge. As if I would judge her for seeing someone else, she didn’t know who I was. I don’t like it, but she didn’t know. I can judge that fucker though.
“Stop worrying. We’re together now and that’s what matters,” I say trying to soften my voice, because on the inside I’m seething.
“They’re on their way,” Max states, coming back into the room. “Maya, I think you should stay here for a while. It safer here with Tommy’s security.”
So do fucking I. I just didn’t want to be the one to ask, again.
“Tommy has security?” Maya asks Max, but turns to me, confusion wrinkling her brow.
Oh shit. I never actually told her about that.
“Yeah. I knew you didn’t want me around, so once I found out it was malicious I couldn’t leave you unprotected,” I state, because I don’t regret doing it. I do feel bad that she found out like this though.
“So, you have been having me followed?” She asks, a look I can’t quite decipher on her face.
Fuck fuck fuck.
“I promise I never asked for any updates other than being informed that you were safe,” I swear to her.
“We will talk about this later.” She dismisses me turning back to the girls. “Did you all know about this?”
“Yes, it wasn’t just you. He had them looking after us too,” Fallon says, wording it in the best way possible.
“How bloody rich are you?” Blair asks bluntly. Cocking her head to the side as she assesses me.
“Rich enough to get by.” They don’t need to know I earn millions. Max does too, we just don’t like to flaunt it, other than my car collection.
“Maya, I think we should go and stay at my place,” I tell her, not taking my eyes away as I gage her reaction.
Her frown is back. “We are already here,” she states the obvious.
“No, my real home. It’s far enough without being hours away. The team would accompany us to make sure you’re safe.”
“But what about my job, the cabin? I don’t want him to win,” she whispers, this all seeming to be a bit much for her now. “Tommy?” Her eyes widen as they zero in on me. “Did you pay off my mortgage?”
