Page 9 of Seduction

“You’ll come back soon?” I ask.

He nods, cupping my face in his hands. “I promise, baby, and if you need me before then, call me and I will drop everything. We just want to give you some space for whatever that letter contains.” He kisses me gently and I cry into his mouth.

Pulling me into a tight hug, he cups the back of my head as he lets me cry.

“I’m scared,” I admit, and he nods into my neck.

“I know, baby. Do you want me to stay?” He pulls back and I look around at everyone staring at me, and shake my head.

“It’s okay. They need you for this.”

He grunts, squeezing my neck. “Call me the second you need me, Scratch. You’re not alone in this.”

I give him a watery smile and nod. “Promise.”

He kisses me once more, as the others offer words of comfort while Corden kisses me gently before Creed pulls me into a hug and they leave.

Staring at the letter that Ollie has laid in my hands, I take a deep breath and work through the emotions I’m feeling.

Devastation, guilt, and fucking rage are all pouring through me right now as I take one last look at the threats he’s been receiving for the last while.

He didn’t tell me. He told no one. He gave himself up and left me here on my own.

We were supposed to be a fucking team. It’s been me and him against the world, and now my heart is shattered because he didn’t trust me enough for the truth.

Releasing a long breath, I steel my spine and open the letter, but I’m interrupted before I even have it fully out of the envelope.

Sounds of a car door slamming have us jolting.

“Who the fuck? Oh shit!” Torren curses, trading looks with Ollie.

“What?” I swallow and his eyes move to me.

“That FBI fuck is here, Haliee. We need to hide this shit. Now.”

Son of a bitch! I can’t handle this right now.

Scrambling from my spot, we start snatching and shoving the letters and evidence under couch cushions, in the drawers of the table stands. Anywhere to just get them out of sight.

We hear someone walking toward the door like they’re on some kind of mission while we straighten up.

Ollie hits a button on his phone with a look of determination on his face as Torren hops over the couch in one smooth move to stand in front of me.

A knock vibrates the door, and we share a look before Ollie moves to open it.

Daniels stares at us all with a grim look on his face.

“Haliee Morgan, you need to come with me now. Last night’s attack has made it clear that this Dimitri guy has found you, and you are being relocated immediately,” he calmly states, folding his hands behind his back.

I’m so pissed at everything that has happened in the last twenty-four hours, that he’s about to get the brunt of my anger and I am more than alright with that.

“First off, that’s not going to happen. Secondly, where was all this protection promised to us to keep us safe, huh? MY DAD IS GONE BECAUSE YOU FAILED TO DO YOUR JOB!” I roar out, not even realizing I’m clutching the back of Torren’s shirt.

“We are correcting that error and relocating you until we are able to secure your father’s whereabouts, and bring him to you,” Daniels says, dropping his hand by his side again.

I fucking hate him. How did that many men even get past the agents sitting on our house? It doesn’t make any fucking sense.

“Also, Officer Michaels, you are to report to the station immediately to give an account on last night’s incident. I won’t be surprised if you’re kicked off the force for this,” Daniels says with a smirk.

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