Page 73 of Taming Irish

…afamily…

…your child needsyou…

…you betray us with thatwhore…

This is the longest letter so far. And like every other one, it isn’t signed. But it does include a lot more personal information than I’d like anyone to know, including Makena’s name and the fact that I’ve been pretty much living with her for the past couple ofweeks.

Fuck.

Whoever this woman is, she’s delusional. Maybe even batshitcrazy.

Snapping a picture of the letter, I send it to my manager. Two minutes later, he callsme.

“She got into my fucking apartment.” The fear that I’d felt when I first started receiving the damn notes is nothing compared to what I feel now. Because now I have something even bigger than my reputation and freedom to lose. I have Makena. And I know without any doubt that she’ll hit the road the second she gets wind of thisscandal.

Not that I blame her. She’s already been through enough with her ex. I need this situation straightened out, or, at the very least, I need to know how much fucking truth is in thoseletters.

“I think it’s time we got the policeinvolved.”

“We do that and we’re practically inviting the media smack into it. I want this dealt withquietly.”

“And if the woman goespublic?”

“Then I deal with it. But we need to know who sheis.”

“I’ll have someone take a look at the security tapes in the building. If she’s been there, then we should have avisual.”

“I also want ye to put a man on Makena Fraser. She’s staying at the Shelbourne with Emer. Whoever wrote these letters knows I’m with her. There wasn’t any clear threat, but I’m not willing to take any chances until we know who thisis.”

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