Page 71 of Law Of Love

“Your possessiveness is excessive, Kaleb. It’s not a good look.”

I didn’t care. I didn’t care what Will thought of me. All I cared about was him staying the fuck away from Freya.

“Freya has nothing to do with this, Will,” snapped Brent, his mouth curling into a snarl as he glared at the seemingly unperturbed man before us.

“You’re right. She doesn’t, and that’s why I have no idea why you’re coming to me with this,” Will snapped, appearing bored by our intrusion. “I’m a very busy man, boys. You both need to leave and next time you step foot in here, I won’t hesitate to fire bullets into your shins.”

Displeasure flared inside me at his threat, and I closed the gap between us, keeping my vibe calm yet threatening. “You give your little stalkers a warning for me then, Will.” A deadly smile graced my lips. “None of them will get anywhere near Freya, and if they try, they’ll end up dead. The last thing they’ll see is the barrel of my gun, and I’ll be sure to make their deaths as drawn out and as painful as possible. Mercy isn’t something I possess.”

Will smiled coldly, moving past us and disappearing around the corner, and Brent sighed, following me out of the building with his hand tactically on his gun.

I knew Will was going to take my threat seriously. It was obvious I didn’t like people messing with what was mine, but that didn’t mean he was about to order Freya’s stalkers to step down.

If there was one thing I knew about Will, it was that his pride came before anything else.

Thirty-one: Freya

Iswiped through the gallery on my phone, glancing down at the photos of my father and me eight Christmases ago, smiling as we held up our favourite gifts we’d received. My father—a brand new electric razor, and myself—a set of expertly designed coloured pencils encrusted with my initials. It was the last time I’d actually seen my dad smile—even if it was fake for the camera.

Still, the police were idiotic if they believed I was going to allow them to sweep his case under the rug as if it were a pile of trash. He may not have been the greatest father, but he was my flesh and blood and was in trouble.

The police didn’t want to listen, but I was going to make them.

Freya: Heading to the police station to file another missing person report for Dad.

Kaleb: Brent is outside, so he’ll follow you there. I’m taking over his watch in around twenty minutes anyway, so I’ll meet you at the station after you finish.

Kaleb never questioned me when it came to my actions regarding my father, and that was something I liked about him. He knew I needed to do this for my peace of mind, and he was supportive no matter what—even if he knew it wouldn’t make much of a difference.

Brent tailed me as I drove. My paranoia was still jostling around inside my head, my eyes darting from side to side whenever a car overtook me or pulled out.

I entered the police station warily. It was significantly less busy than when Kaleb and I had visited, and I marched right up to the desk where a middle-aged man was waiting with a frown.

“Can I help you, Miss?”

“I need to file a report for a missing person,” I said, sighing. “Again.”

The man behind the desk hummed, and he gestured for me to take a seat.

After a few minutes, the sound of an office door clicking open gained my attention, and I gazed up to see Mr Walliams—Kaleb’s supposed work acquaintance—poke his head out of the doorway. He called me in, and I took a seat in the uncomfortable metal chair, the icy material biting into my flesh.

“What can I do for you today, Miss Henderson?”

“My father. He’s missing, and something's wrong. Not to mention I’m also being followed. I've already reported it, but nobody is taking any of this seriously.” Scowling, I inhaled deeply, causing Mr Walliams to click his tongue.

“I’m more than happy to add some notes onto your already open report,” he responded, “but as of right now, that’s unfortunately the best I can do until we get any leads.”

“No one is even investigating it,” I complained, running a hand down my face. "I'm sorry to be rude, but we're talking about somebody's life here. Something needs to be done."

As expected, the police weren’t willing to investigate the case any further than they claimed they already were, and I left the police station with frustration bubbling up inside me, threatening to boil over.

“How’d it go?”

I gasped loudly at Kaleb’s husky voice, and I spun around to see him smirking at me with raised eyebrows, the setting sun bouncing off his chiselled jawline and causing my heart to flutter. Everyone looked good in golden hour, but Kaleb was on another level.

“I didn’t expect them to actually care,” I replied, ripping at my nails. “If I keep at it, they’ll have to listen to me eventually, though.”

“We'll keep trying. Come on, let’s head back. I’ll follow you.”

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