Page 86 of Wicked Games

Her phone buzzes, and fear flashes across her face when she scans the screen.

“Who is it?” I ask.

She hands it to me.

Unknown

What will you do now that Caleb’s out of the picture?

I stare down at the words, then slowly scroll through the rest of the messages that Coach looked through. They’re taunts, every single one of them. She replied occasionally, but never to any degree of success. I didn’t know they werethisextreme.

She grabs the phone from me, reading the message again, then shuts off the screen.

“They seem to be operating on old information,” she says slowly. “Someone who thinks you’re going to leave me?”

I frown. “You’re right.”

Who would think that? Only someone who knew it would be in my family’s best interests… and there are a few contenders there.

I trace her jawline.

“It could be Amelie,” Margo says. “Or Savannah…”

I sit up, forcing her to move back. Itcouldbe either of them. Both of their mothers are very much into gossip, and my aunt is notorious, too. One of my uncle’s tirades about Margo Wolfe was at dinner. Would it be a stretch for her to have mentioned Margo to one of them?

“Have they threatened you? Physically?”

Her eyes widen. “No. Do you think they will?”

I have no idea.

“Tell me if the messages get worse. It could just be someone jealous at school, but if it isn’t…” It could be someone from my family. I wouldn’t put it past my mother or uncle to try to play mind games with her. But seeing the messages written out, those two drop on the suspect list.

It’s too sporadic. Late at night and early in the morning. Midway through school. Whoever saw Ian taking Margo across the field had to be at school that day, had to send the picture to Savannah, who sent it to me…

Whoever’s doing this is ruled by impulsivity.

“Margo? Caleb?” Lenora calls.

We scramble off the bed. She smooths it out and perches on the edge, and I move to the window, trying to cool my skin and calm my dick. I lick my fingers clean, and Margo gapes at me. Once they’re wet with my spit, I shove them into my pockets.

Lenora opens the door and steps in, glancing at me before focusing on her foster daughter. “Maybe keep this door open when you have a boy up here, Margo?” She smiles, but it’s shaky. “And Caleb…”

I straighten.

She blows out a breath. “Thank you for the note. Although I can’t imagine how you found it.”

“He was going to show my mother the picture,” Margo blurts out. “To find out the truth. But then… he found that behind the picture frame.”

Lenora comes in and sits beside Margo, wrapping her arm around her shoulder. “Honey, I’m so sorry. Robert and I talked, and we’re afraid that our past with Isabella has affected our relationship.”

“It has,” I cut in.

Lenora glares at me.

“But, you should feel safe and secure in this house,” she continues. “You’re not going anywhere. I wanted to reiterate that to you.”

Margo exhales. “Thank you.”

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