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I grin, knowing that with certainty. Jagger is definitely not the cheating type. Even though he stalked me, he didn’t step over lines until I went to stay with Ashlynn. By that point, I thought it was over between Ben and me.

But a nagging worry floats through my mind. I know Jagger is on a vengeance gig, though I don’t know all the specifics yet. But there’s a part of me that wonders if Jagger is protecting me from Ben because he has his own plans for me.

36

MADISON

It’s late afternoon by the time the gang leaves. Jagger went outside to smoke a cigarette, and I grabbed my laptop, immersing myself in my writing. I don’t have access to wi-fi or anything, but I’m just thrilled to be able to write.

The story flows again as I pull my own real-life craziness into the story.

A scratching sound on the window draws my attention to it. I crane my neck, seeing nothing.Probably just the wind.

Shaking my head and chiding myself for being distracted, I focus on my story, reading over what I’ve written.

A loud pounding on the front door causes me to jump, my heart in my throat. “Oh my God. What the hell was that?”

Setting my laptop on the coffee table, I slowly stand, the blanket I was wrapped in falling off my shoulders as I move toward the door. Crossing my arms over my chest as I hesitantly move forward, my gaze darts between the window and front door, seeing nothing except darkness outside. I take another step closer when I hear a scraping sound against the kitchen window.

That’s it.Spinning on my heel, I run to the patio door. Yanking it open, I look outside, the light by the door illuminating Jagger’s massive deck, but he’s not there.

“Jagger?” My voice trembles as my gaze darts around. When I look at his garage, I see the door open, light spilling out of it.

Oh, thank God. He must be in there.I shiver as the cold early November air cuts through my leggings and Jagger’s t-shirt that I’m wearing. The pavement is cold beneath my bare feet as I run across the driveway to the garage door.

Stepping inside, my gaze darts around, but I don’t see him. Taking a few more steps inside, I yell out his name again, scanning the large garage. But no Jagger.

Feeling uneasy, I turn and practically run toward the house, hoping he may have gone out through his gym entrance while I was in the garage. Hurrying through the patio door, I slam it shut behind me, leaning against it, breathing heavily.

My gaze darts around the room, but it looks the same as when I left it. Opening my mouth to call out his name, I hear my phone ding from beside my laptop. Hurrying over to it, I chuckle as I see the name “Stalker” on my screen.

Stalker: You better run. Jason’s coming for you.

My brow furrows as I stare at my phone in confusion.What the hell does that mean? His brother is coming after me?

From the corner of my eye, a figure moves. Turning my head, my heart pounds inside my chest as my gaze locks on Jagger, wearing a pair of gray sweatpants and a hockey mask like Jason Vorhees. And shit, the man is every single fantasy come to life.

Shirtless and buff as hell. Check.

Gray sweatpants that show the outline of his huge dick. Check.

Masked man fantasy. Check.

His voice has a sharp edge, like a knife, as he says, “Run, baby girl. If I catch you, I’m fucking the hell outta you.”

A wicked grin is on my face as I whirl around, running out the door rather than through the house.

“Maddie,” I hear the threat in his tone before I slam it shut behind me. My bare feet are cold as I flee across the wooden deck, my gaze darting around. Turning right, I sprint toward the dock, admiring the huge lake behind Jagger’s cabin, miles of forest surrounding it.

A chill runs through me as I realize how much this area reminds me of Camp Crystal Lake.

As I near the end of the dock, I realize how stupid this plan is. There’s nowhere to go but in the lake and it’s too damn cold for that.

Spinning around, I jerk to a stop as Jagger stalks toward me, menacing with that mask on.

He makes a tsking sound as he draws closer. “There’s no escape for you, baby girl.” His tone is low and gravelly, arousal leaking from me, dampening my panties.

Jagger oozes a type of confidence that teeters on overbearing, his steps full of self-assurance as he stalks closer. I gulp in a breath, a squeaking noise coming out of my slightly parted lips as his ripped form draws closer, my gaze moving over his chiseled chest and abs.God, this fucking man looks too damn good.

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