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He looks over his shoulder and nods towards the bedside table. “Will the lamp be enough?” Flicking one switch off and another on, the lamp comes on as the main light goes off.

“Yes, thank you.”

Caleb says nothing else as we leave the room, and he closes her door softly behind us. Pausing in the hallway, he clenches his fists.

“We need to find out everything we can about this arsehole and then decide how to handle the cunt.”

The floorboard creaks behind us, and then we hear the click of the lock on the guest room door. Honestly, I can’t say I blame her after what she's been through. With a heavy sigh, Caleb follows me back downstairs.

That arsehole is going to get the retribution he deserves and more.

ChapterSix

CALEB

Noah spent the rest of the evening between his two laptops, trying in vain to track down Jessica’s brother, Mason. I had no luck with any of my contacts, which doesn’t surprise me. If anyone can find him though, it’s Noah.

“I can’t get a trace on him at all,” Noah says.

I sigh and crack my neck. I already know what’s coming next if he's having trouble finding him.

“I’m going to reach out to Elliot, if anyone can help me track him down, it's him.” Of course, he’d fucking think that. “Caleb?”

Ignoring him, I move to my feet and go over to the bar, pouring two fingers of whiskey then downing it. And then I pour another, swirling the amber liquid in the crystal tumbler.

Noah sits back and spins in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “You can’t be serious?”

I sit and stretch my arm over the back of the sofa. “What? I didn’t say anything.”

He pushes to his feet and walks over to me, taking the glass from my hand and taking a sip. “You didn’t have to.”

I snag the glass back from him and down the rest, savouring the bitter-sweet cinnamon with the lingering taste of vanilla.

“He’s just a friend,” he says, with an exasperated sigh as he rubs his temples.

I shoot him a narrowed look. “A friend who is an ex.”

Noah laughs. “Yes, and an ex for a reason, something you know all too well.” He moves to his knees, hands on my thighs. “I love it when you get jealous.”

My dick twitches. “Yeah, I love it when you have my cock buried down the back of your throat.” It’s a crass response, but it’s also the truth. I think he knows I need an outlet with everything that's happened in the last couple of hours. This situation with Jessica, even though she’s here now and safe, is still partly out of my control, and I fucking hate that.

He licks his lips and dips his fingers into the waistband of my jogging bottoms, arching a brow, but the moment is interrupted by a high-pitched, frightening scream. Without a word, we’re both on our feet and rushing up the stairs towards the wailing noise coming from the guest room.

I push on the door, but it’s locked. Without thinking, I shove my shoulder into it hard—once, twice—before there’s a pop and a crack of wood as it slams open, hitting the wall with a loud thud.

Noah switches on the main light, and we both look around, expecting an intruder, worried the fucker found her here.

Jessica thrashes around, her body trembling, her cries and wails filling the room.

Noah rushes over to her, but I quickly search the room and the en-suite to ensure it’s just the three of us.

He tries in vain to get her to calm down, but she’s inconsolable, sweating profusely, her breathing heavy.

“Jessica, sweet girl, you’re dreaming. Calm down. You’re safe.”

Still nothing.

I sit on the other side of the bed and pull her into my body, worried the thrashing around will cause more injuries than she already has.

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