Page 15 of Law Of Love

“Yeah,” I responded. “I've got some things I need to do.”

“It isn't often Kaleb and Brent bring people here when they come back to town, but it was good to meet you, Freya...?”

“Um, Henderson,” I said, nodding once, my body stiff.

“Henderson?” Will repeated, taking another puff of his cigarette as he looked at me strangely, nodding to himself as he attempted to lower his questionable brows. “Well, I hope to see your face around here more often, Freya Henderson.”

“We'll see.” I smiled awkwardly and headed out of the complex and toward the road, gulping as Will stepped out of the building and studied me from afar. He narrowed his eyes as he watched me disappear around the corner, his intense stare making me shiver, uneasiness filling my bloodstream.

Seven: Kaleb

Brent was an idiot for inviting Freya along with us. The shooting range wasn't the place for people like her.

Innocent.

Guiltless.

Good.

She’d been way out of her depth last night, too, and the memory of Maggie drugging her made my jaw twitch. Maggie was a psychotic wench, but I never put her down as the type of person to do that to somebody. She'd crossed every boundary. Every line.

Her face was a picture when I’d shown up at her house and threatened her, her tanned skin paling and her bottom lip trembling slightly before she plastered a scowl onto her face. She’d shouted her usual profanities at me, but I paid it no mind. I wanted to get my point across, and I definitely had.

“Next time, leave Freya out of this,” I muttered to Brent as he took another shot, cursing to himself when he missed the target completely, turning to me with a glare.

“She was fine. Nobody’s going to get hurt.”

I wasn’t so sure of that.

“When is she moving out anyway?” Brent questioned, taking a sip of the beer that the female bartender had brought over. She had a soft spot for my friend, and although she’d tried chatting me up more than once, my chilly reception meant she’d laid off.

I shrugged. “Soon. Hopefully.”

Freya was getting in the way, and even though the way she had marched right downstairs after Maggie had called her boring made me smirk, I knew she wasn’t as invincible as she believed.

Brent was determined for her to come today. I knew why, but I still didn’t like it. It wasn’t right.

I scanned the area for what felt like the hundredth time this afternoon, meeting the eyes of a few beefy men who couldn’t shoot for shit. It made me laugh.

Because of our jobs, we were often put in dangerous situations, which immediately made our families targets. I spent as little time down here as possible for that reason—just in case anybody was keeping tabs on me—but this was unavoidable.

Freya didn’t belong in this world, and we needed to remember that.

Eight: Freya

My head was still pounding as I made my way through the spitting rain. I had to use my phone to get directions since we were so far out—the shooting range was in a desolate and downtrodden part of town.

When I eventually reached Lenny's diner, my hair was soggy, and my skin chilled.

“You call that twenty minutes?” Zach chuckled after I pushed the door open, the bell ringing as I practically flung myself inside.

“Sorry. It took a lot longer to get here than I thought it would.”

“What were you doing last night? I tried calling you, but you didn't pick up.”

I glanced down at my phone, realising that I did indeed have some missed call notifications—one from my mom and three from Zach. Last night had been a blur, and I hadn't had the time to go through my phone and check them.

“Sorry,” I said sheepishly.

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