Page 47 of Brutal Bond
Not my cunt.
But me…
He’s claiming me.
Just after eleven, Eddie sends a text from my phone.
Edmund picked me up.
He isn’t bringing me home.
I can’t get away.
He’ll be suspicious.
Detective Sleazeball
That wasn’t the arrangement, Harper.
“Fuck the arrangement,” Edmund seethes as he hands me back my phone. “He’s lucky to still be breathing.”
Between one of his many trips to the hospital the last couple of days, Eddie went to my apartment and packed a large suitcase with more of my things because he was adamant that I was not leaving his place.
Not while there is the possibility of the detective coming to see me.
I’ve been dodging his texts and giving him the run around for days, blaming it on Eddie wanting me close since the mugging and near-death of his friend. While the detective isn’t pleased, it’s been working.
Detective Sleazeball
Anything?
I told you I’d let you know.
I feel like you aren’t even trying, Harper.
If you really want your family to know how you’re paying for college, I’m fine with that.
It’s been days of threats. With every day that passes, I become even more disgusted with myself about the things I did to keep him silent because he’s shown his hand. He’s not going to share the video. He never had any fucking intention of actually exposing us.
He doesn’t have the fucking balls to go through with it.
I’ll see him tonight.
I will try to get something.
Try hard.
I know first hand how persuasive that mouth of yours can be.
I screenshot the exchange and send it to Eddie.
Eddie
He’s not wrong…
Your mouth is pretty fucking persuasive.
But that cunt of yours could crumble fucking empires.
