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“The game? Fuck, I don’t know, Pip… Apparently we really pissed someone off and he’s been planning his revenge for a while.”

“Who is he?”

He throw his hands up. “I don’t know, that’s the problem. I have no fucking clue. For months I’ve been looking into these cases and I can’t find any evidence for who this guy is.”

“He’s a ghost,” I murmur, my mind reeling back to the night my parents died and the memory of the man who killed them that has been haunting me for years. Reality crashes down around my feet and I shake my head as tears well up in my eyes again. “Oh, God.”

Meeting Wyatt’s eyes across the room, I shake my head.

“What are we going to do?”

He abandons the files and walks over to me, pulling me close like he needs the security just as much as I do. “We are working on it, okay? The whole club is on board now and all of the guys are going to be pouring over these cases but in the meantime, we all need to me more careful. You feel me?”

I nod, trying to come to terms with everything but my mind is stuck on the fact that once again, a monster is coming for the ones I love. Only this time, I know it and I have to live everyday with that knowledge. The brothers and their wives pop into my mind as my chest starts to ache. They already feel like family to me and I can’t imagine losing any of them. And if something happens to Wyatt…

“I’ll drive you to work and I will pick you up at the end of the day,” he says, interrupting my thoughts as my heart climbs into my throat. “I don’t want you at the studio alone and I want the door locked at all times. You can let clients in and out but other than that, it needs to be locked.”

“Okay,” I breathe, not even bothering to argue with him. There is a part of me that wants to fall apart but there is another part that feels a little bit stronger with a plan to focus on. I’ll follow his rules and I’ll do what it takes to keep us safe. I meet his gaze. “Have you talked to the cops?”

He nods. “We work with one of the detectives on a regular basis and the second woman killed was his girlfriend so he’s already looped in. Blaze called him after we discovered the photos.”

“Good.” My voice is weak and unsure as I nod my head and drop my gaze to the floor.

Oh, God, this is so crazy. How am I supposed to deal with this on top of all my other shit?

I’m not strong enough.

I’m going to fall apart and then Wyatt will see how truly weak I am.

“Hey,” Wyatt says, pulling my gaze back up to his. “Lean on me, baby. I’ve got you and I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”

I nod, feeling a little more secure in the knowledge that I’m not going through this alone. “You’ve already got so much on your plate. You don’t need to be constantly worried about my mental state, Wyatt.”

“I am your husband and I love you. None of this means anything without you so whether you let me help you or not, I’m going to worry.”

I shake my head, wishing I could be a strength for him in this crazy time, too.

But could I handle it?

Sucking in a breath, I look up. “You shouldn’t have to shoulder this alone. You can lean on me, too.”

“No, I won’t do that to you. It’s my job to protect you and take care of you and I’ll be damned if I let anything happen to you. No one is going to hurt you, not even yourself. Do you hear me, baby?”

“Wyatt,” I whisper, shaking my head but before I can say anything else he slams his lips on mine, his kiss desperate and full of the fear coursing through his body. I wrap my arms around him, pulling him closer. I don’t care what it takes or what I have to do. I’m determined to be the same unwavering support system to him that he is for me without letting my demons consume me. Wyatt and I have a life to live and I won’t let this stop us.