Page 39 of Look What You Made Me Do

I straighten and look at Roman like he’s lost his mind. And maybe he has. Love does weird shit to a guy. I’ve seen it once or twice before. “Iswhatabout Ava?”

Roman lifts his hand to indicate me. “This weird ass mood you’re in. There’s a rumor that she’s angling to move into Rush House and I know what an asshole you can be about your private space.”

I scoff. “Ava doesn’t bother me. She can angle for whatever the fuck she wants. It’s not happening.”

“Okay, then, is it?—”

“Don’t say it,” I interrupt. He’s about to bring up my cousin, and the investigation, and I’m not going there with him right now. “Don’t even fucking say it. I told you, I’m fine.”

Roman sighs and moves to the staircase. “Fine, whatever, dude. I’m heading home. Text me if you need me.” He’s already halfway up when he calls down to me, “The meeting is in ten, in the study.”

After a quick shower, and a change of clothes, I walk into the study ten minutes late—well,lateif I gave a fuck about another guy’s schedule. And I don’t. I’m only here to tell Ash to go fuck himself.

When I walk into the study, the three other guys are here—Jackson, Christian, and Ash—along with an unexpected guest. I stiffen when I see her standing by the fireplace, trying not to look nervous and failing miserably.

The moment I walk in, her green eyes flick up to meet mine, and something inside my chest stutters to a halt. It’s not my heart, because I don’t have one. But it’s some kind of vital organ because suddenly it feels like there’s a tight band around my chest.

I glance over at my brother, who looks bored by this whole thing.

“What the fuck is she doing here?” I ask.

It’s Ash who steps forward to answer my question. “We don’t know yet.” He crosses his arms over his chest, and leans against the arm of the leather sofa, facing Wyn. “Okay, we’re all here. What’s up?”

She’s standing there, looking vulnerable, and tell me why that turns me the fuck on. I can’t help but imagine her on her knees, wrists tied behind her back, mouth open, and choking on my cock. Tears streaming down that pretty face.

Goddamn. That’s depraved, even for me.

Wyn clears her throat and focuses on Ash. “I, um…came to ask for your help.”

Okay.That piques my interest. “For what?” I ask a little more harshly than I intend to.

“I think I have a…stalker.” She stumbles over that last word like even she doesn’t believe it.

“A stalker…?” Christian laughs. “For real?”

She lifts her hands, likewhat the fuck?“Yes. A stalker. Why is that so hard to believe?”

“How do you know?” Ash asks. “I mean, what’s he been doing?”

She pushes a breath out and glances down at the carpet, like she’d rather not say. I’m on full alert now, though. Eventually, she glances back up and when she does, she looks resigned to telling us. “He, um, breaks into my apartment. And that shit with Kai….that was him. Kai didn’t pass out. He was assaulted.”

“If what you’re saying is true, then why come to us?” I ask, drawing that emerald gaze back to me. That’s right, baby, look atme. “Why not just let the police deal with it?”

“I’ve been to the police, and they’re not really taking it seriously,” she says quietly.

“I fail to see how that’s our problem,” I say.

My words land with the force of an atomic bomb. I see it in her face the second it detonates. Her eyes narrow, and her lips tighten. Her hands ball into little delicate fists at her sides. If she could dive over the sofa and get to me, I have a feeling she’d try it.

I can’t help but smile. It’s a reflex when I’m taunting her.

“You’re such an asshole,” she bites back.

I shrug. “I won’t deny that. But it doesn’t change the facts.”

Ash steps forward, in between us, so we’re not openly glaring at each other. He turns to face Wyn. “Any ideas on who it might be?”

She pulls in a breath, and I can see whatever she’s about to say, she’s nervous about. Her gaze darts between each guy’s face. “Yeah, um, that’s the thing…” She swallows. “I think it might be Gabriel.”

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