Page 9 of Trace's Passion
After the last letter came attached with some mutilated roses that were covered in some kind of sticky mess that she didn’t want to think about, and a threat to her life, she said nope.
And she shut down her store and closed her P.O. Box.
She also got out of her lease. She didn’t want to stay where she felt uncomfortable and had let the landlord know.
Thankfully her landlord was a kind older lady that understood and hadn’t made her pay to break the lease.
She hoped that would be the end of it. But she was wrong. He somehow had gotten a hold of her phone number and had called her, messaged her and put his claim on her.
The messages that he would send her were sick and twisted. He told her all the things he was going to do to her body when he got her once again.
Then he would send her disturbing pictures of him masturbating to her picture he found on her social media.
After throwing up all she had eaten that day, she shut down all of her social media, then showed Reid. He freaked out and made her come to his station and get a restraining order against the man.
Reid also made her get a new phone number and knew that she needed to get away now. They had planned for her to leave earlier, but with that man and their grandmother being injured it took longer.
She hadn’t gotten any more messages, or any more packages, but Reid and Kian were being vigilant about it and were pissed she even let it get that far before telling them what was happening.
She needed a break from all of it, from their overbearing and stifling ways, which is why she left earlier than they had, even though Reid was pissed she had.
She didn’t care anymore. Since she was young, they were always overprotective, but this had pushed them right over the edge and now they were smothering her.
Lance hadn’t contacted her again, and she had shut down everything that was important to her.
Besides she was moving three states away, and she could only hope that he would not keep trying to threaten her.
She shuddered and got back to taking the boxes out of the car.
Her grandma’s house had been cleaned and the floors were replaced where she assumed the incident had occurred. Thankfully there wasn’t any indication of the horror that took place here.
She hated that her grandma had gone through so much alone. She'd moved to a new town to get away from her sad memories of her husband and wanted a fresh start and then the worst thing happened to her. It wasn’t fair and Emery struggled with how much her grandma had gone through this past year. Well, she was here now, and things would be better.
Picking up the box that finally dislodged from her car, she carried it carefully to the front door.
She put it inside the door and when she went back out to her car she sighed, knowing this next box was the hardest that she had put in her car and it would be the hardest to get out.
Blowing her blond hair out of her face and pulling her waist length hair into a bun on top of her head, she moved her seat as far forward as it could go and reached in the car.
Pulling hard, the box barely moved. She grit her teeth and pulled harder.
It moved a bit, and she tried to get a better grip on it. Using the top flaps to move it closer to the door, she was grateful they held. Until she was halfway out the door.
Then she heard a loud rip, and another and she was flying through the air, expecting to hit the ground hard.
Except she didn’t. Instead she ran right into a hard, tall body.
Gasping, she looked up into the dark green eyes in the handsome face of a stranger and for some reason, as she looked into his eyes, he didn’t seem like a stranger to her.
“Whoa! Are you alright?” He asked and she nodded.
“Thanks for catching me.”
He smiled, showing his perfect white teeth. “Catching a beautiful woman is something I don’t mind doing. Too bad this is the first time I got to do this.”
He helped her stand straight and then she noticed his uniform.
And boy did she notice his uniform. He looked sexy as hell, with his muscled arms trying to rip the seams on his shirt sleeves.
