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“Ok,” I said, trying not to get hopeful, this could be bad or this could be good.

I grabbed my water bottle, packed up my bag, and made sure I didn’t leave anything behind.

“Don’t wear yourself out, Gomez!” Coach yelled at me, as I opened the door to leave.

I held up my hand acknowledging him.

The weather was great today. It was in the high fifties with the sun shining, not a cloud in the sky. It felt great to be out. I put in my ear buds and played some music. I stretched as I walked and started running when I got to the street.

The EDM music I was playing kept me motivated. It was distracting enough that I didn’t even think about Hunter or Valencia too much. My phone rang while I was running, it wasmy brother. I rolled my eyes, ignoring the call because more than likely, he was just calling to tell me to speak to our father.

Not talking to him in the last few weeks had done wonders for me and my mental health. Even when I wasn’t with him, I felt like I was walking on eggshells. It was like I was constantly in flight or fight mode, preparing for the next issue he had with me or my choice of career.

I was almost home when Tomás called again. He didn’t call me back-to-back unless he needed something or maybe father was pressuring him to call me again. Uneasiness hit me, by the time I told myself to answer the call, it went to voicemail.

Relief hit me and I told myself to call him later after I hung out with Hunter and Valencia. By then, I would be in a better state of mind and whatever bullshit he needed to say I would be able to handle it.

A good beat started, pushing me to go a little faster. I let the monotony of the run hit me and I made it home in good time. I stretched as the music stayed upbeat. My body felt tired in the best way, now all I needed was to get my mind there.

Leaving my shoes by the door, I took off my headphones leaving my phone with them on the counter. I stripped as I went to my bedroom to take a cool shower. Not even the temperature could keep my cock in check as I thought about what could happen when they got here. Running my hand down my cock, I debated if I wanted to stroke myself before they got here to help myself relax.

No, I would make myself wait, hoping for the best, but only if we all wanted it. Ignoring my cock, I washed myself quickly, getting hungrier by the minute. After drying off and getting into some sweats, I went out to my kitchen to make myself a protein shake.

My phone rang as I shook my shake. and it was a call I had been waiting for weeks. I couldn’t shake an uneasy feeling I hadabout Valencia’s encounter with the fucker from her past. So, I had a buddy of mine, who was damn good with computers, gathered everything he could about him.

“Hey man,” I answered.

“Hey, sorry it took me so long to do this for you,” my friend said.

“It’s fine, I know you are a busy man,” I said, anxious to hear what he had to say.

“I got everything I could find on him, even his real name,” he said, as I heard his keyboard clicking with his typing. “His name is Joshua Nott, and he is a fucking sleazy bastard. He is still in Denver. He has a few properties he owns there, just bought up within the last six months.”

“Shit, is that how long he has been here?” I said, sitting at my bar.

“Yeah, looks like it,” he grumbled. “That’s the least of your problems. He has a mile long sheet full of sexual assault allegations against him, but nothing ever sticks in court.”

“Fuck,” I growled.

My mind propelled me into worse-case scenarios since she didn’t answer our last text. What if he had gotten to her and hurt her?

“Did you find an address?” I asked. keeping my voice steady even though I was freaking out.

“Yeah, a few,” he said, as typing stopped. “I’ll give them to you, but don’t do anything stupid.”

“I won’t,” I lied.

“Gomez, don’t be stupid,” he sighed.

“Did you do the other thing I asked for?” I ignored him.

I was met with silence when I looked at the phone, wondering if he had hung up.

“Yeah, I did,” he finally said. “She had decent security, but I made it better, and I did a few things that would protect her.”

“Great, send me a bill,” I said, getting up, grabbing my laptop. “Also send me everything you have on him.”

“Don’t do anything rash, Gomez, no pussy is worth sitting in jail for,” he clipped, ending the call.

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