Page 87 of Rogue's Path
“I am prepared to pay you your going rate—” Which hopefully I can afford. “—to protect me from my stalker.”
“Wait. Didn’t you tell Bear that you didn’t have one? I could have sworn he told me that it was just drunken paranoia on your part.”
Well. “I lied.”
“You lied to a man that was going to protect you?”
A man who I didn’t know anything about, but Havoc wouldn’t understand that. I shrug.
“And you didn’t think to tell Rogue about this stalker.
Not even wanting to try to make this man understand, I shrug again.
“How bad is this stalker?”
The urge to shrug and walk away intensifies. He’s going to brush me off like the cops have. Why did I do this?
“Dylan, answer the question.” He folds his hands together and leans forward.
This isn’t fair. I have no problem ignoring my own dad’s dad-voice. Though uncle-dad is harder to ignore because he mixes an air of disappointment in. “Pretty bad.”
“Expand on that statement.”
“The last time he sent me flowers, he hinted at murdering me and then committing suicide.”
“Murder?” His brows furrow together.
“So that we could live on together forever.”
Havoc starts tapping on the table. “How did he get the flowers to you?”
“The last ones were sent to the Ivy Café.”
“Ah… That makes sense.”
None of this makes a lick of sense. “So, will your club be willing to protect me?”
“Yes.”
I pull out my phone. “How much of a deposit will you need? Do you charge weekly or monthly?”
“A deposit?”
“Yes.” We went over what a contract was already. I seriously doubt Havoc doesn’t understand what it is.
He stands up. “You’re going to have to talk to Rogue about that.”
“I already told you—”
The door bursts open, and Rogue steps in carrying a bouquet of red roses.
“They said Peaches was in here with you.”
“This is a joke, right? A horrible, cruel, sick joke.” I race to the door, not quite sure what I’m going to do, but I need to get away from them.
Rogue latches an arm around me.
“LET ME GO!” I scream in his face. “Let me go. Just please let me go.”
