Page 68 of Law Of Love

“Freya, for God’s sake, will you just listen to me for once and do as you’re told?” he growled, his eyes darkening, and I launched to my feet, snatching the keys from him.

Dragging Hannah out of the warehouse along with me, we hurried towards the exit. We tried to remain calm as we weaved in and out of the crowd, my ankle still throbbing and Hannah’s body rattling against mine.

“Freya,” she whispered breathlessly, yanking her grey hood over her head. “Shit.” She took a deep breath. “We almost died.”

“It’s okay.” I covered my own head with my hood, glancing at my friend with unsettled eyes. “Almost.”

Thirty: Kaleb

Ihad wanted to kill them. I’d almost shot those fuckers right in their ugly faces. The only reason I didn’t? Freya was behind me, watching my every move. She didn’t deserve to witness such a scene. That, and I wanted to get as much information out of them as possible before I ended their miserable lives. But I never got the opportunity.

I’d never felt so much rage in my entire life. It was as if a demon from the pits of hell had melted into my body and taken over, making me land punch after punch to the dark-haired man’s hideous face—while Brent ensured Hannah was alright—demanding for him to tell us where his accomplice was.

I would’ve shot them myself had the coward not turned the gun on himself and his friend.

Luckily, the heavy rock music outside drowned out any sound of yelling or guns going off, and security was none the wiser. I’d called my chief, and he’d sent some more of our men and the police to the scene.

Although I’d expected them to cut the fair short and evacuate everybody, they didn’t. They wanted to keep it under wraps since Will could be involved, and Brent and I were told to leave so they could handle the repercussions.

He won’t stop.

He’ll keep going.

He won’t give up.

I clamped my teeth together as the words rang clear in my head, bouncing off my skull and filling my bones with tension. Somebody had a vendetta against Freya, and it had to be Will.

It was my fault. He was doing this because he knew Freya meant something to me. He knew Brent and I were up to something, but I couldn’t understand why Kaylee hadn’t been targeted either. I’d questioned Brent on whether she’d noticed anything out of the ordinary, and she hadn’t. She continued to live life normally and without worry. Why was it only Freya was being hunted? Brent had made it clear that Kaylee was his girl, and I didn’t understand why Will wasn’t having her stalked, too.

I slammed my car door shut before shoving my hands in my pockets and making my way through the overgrown field. My mood was glum—reflecting the grey cloud-coated sky above me.

Not an ounce of sunshine.Good. I was in no mood for it.

My boots trudged through the mud as I weaved around multiple large rocks, chewing on the inside of my cheek. I stopped in front of the bulkiest one, next to a decaying tree, and gazed down at the stone, gnawing on the inside of my cheek.

Here lies Brie Evans.

The sun shines less brightly with you gone.

The stars no longer twinkle.

The moon doesn’t glow.

You were the one that gave the world light.

Now, we see nothing but darkness.

My mother’s words—she’d written them on a particularly bad day.

Guilt swarmed me, the waves riding higher and higher until it was a tsunami of remorse, hitting me full force and nearly knocking me to my feet.

Five years. Five fucking years without her. A death that I had caused.

Blackness had been consuming me—clouds of ominous turmoil cast over me that followed me wherever I went—but for whatever reason, whenever Freya was near, I forgot I was being rained on.

I’d learned to redirect my intense emotions for the most part. It was why I would slip away and shoot—to refocus my mind on something helpful, like learning how to blast a sleazy drug dealer or child rapist in the face. That was going to make the world a better place. Not wallowing in my self-pity.

“I met someone, Brie,” I muttered as I settled down on the small boulder opposite her grave, ensuring it wasn’t taken. The last thing I wanted was for a corpse to reach through the mud and grab my ass for perching on their resting spot.

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