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Shaking his head, Mercy placed my phone back on the small table while I waited for Reaper to lower the boom.

“See ya soon, fucknuts.” He laughed ominously before disconnecting the call.

Grabbing my phone, I threw it across the room. It shattered into hundreds of pieces.

“FUCK!”

Chapter Eighteen

Carly

Taking one more look and smiling at Drew fast asleep in the bed, I quietly and carefully closed the bedroom door behind me. With my laptop in hand, I made my way to the small couch and switched on the lamp in order to see better. Settling into a comfortable position, I curled up on the sofa cushions of the couch and opened my laptop. Making certain I was alone by carefully looking around the area, I then turned and put on my glasses.

My vision wasn’t impaired. In fact, I could see perfectly well, contrary to what anyone might assume. I struggled to maintain a focus on the computer screen periodically, prompting my eye doctor to suggest reading glasses as a solution to prevent eyestrain.

Once I was comfortably situated on the couch, I accessed the hotel’s Wi-Fi network and began working. Although there remained a considerable amount of information that required investigation and resolution, I was slowly but steadily making progress.

I opened my email and began scanning the emails that I had received when I spotted one from an unknown sender.

Curious, I opened it and read.

I’m watching you.

I wonder what the world will think when I tell them who you really are. Run away, little girl, for there is no place you can hide.

With my eyes fixated on the screen, I carefully set my laptop onto the small coffee table, my heart pounding rapidly against my ribs as I stood up. With a shiver of fear that sent a ripple of coldness down my spine, I hugged myself tightly and surveyed the hotel room, my eyes darting around in search of something—anything—to ease my growing apprehension.

Someone was watching me.

They knew who I was.

In a rush of impulsive action, I ran to Christian’s door, rapping gently before pushing it open, only to find his three girls nestled together in slumber within the enormous bed. Searching his room, I couldn’t see him anywhere. Then, the bathroom door opened. Walking out of the bathroom, steam enveloped him and a white towel hung low on his hips, presenting me with a flawless view of his muscular physique.

Holy shit.

He looked like a fucking billboard underwear model. Tanned skin, toned muscles, and abs that dipped and rolled like the valley to Valhalla. The man was beautiful.

If a man could be called that.

But what really captured my attention was the decorative tattoos that traversed his torso and arms.

The man was a walking piece of art.

“Carly?”

Blinking several times, I snapped out of my daze and quickly backed away, closing the door as I sputtered, “Sorry. I’m sorry.”

Rushing back into the living room, I had just closed and gathered my laptop when I heard him behind me.

“What’s wrong?”

Turning, he stood there, wearing low hanging jogging pants that did absolutely nothing to hide anything. Quickly looking elsewhere, I said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

“You didn’t,” he replied, walking over to me. “Did you need something?”

Refusing to look at the man, my eyes focused on the pattern on the couch, which I found rather interesting. I wondered if the design was indicative of the Renaissance or something more modern.

Stepping closer to me, he took my computer away from me, dropping it on the couch, before I felt his fingers lightly turn my face toward his.

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