Page 78 of Never Trust the Living (Battle Crows MC 7)

I flipped the light on just in time to see the door swing back closed with the momentum of whomever had just left it.

Heart pounding, I walked through the house slowly, hoping that there weren’t any other men inside.

Only after I was sure it was clear did I go outside and look around.

Nothing.

Not even a neighbor was up.

Whomever had been here wasn’t any longer.

And I was the dumbass that hadn’t set the alarm to make sure that nobody could do what they’d just done.

I was a moron.

“Baby!” I called as I closed and locked the door, followed by arming it. “You can come out.”

I flipped on all the lights and started to have a look around just as Dory came out of the bedroom, looking worried.

“Come here,” I urged, gesturing toward her with the hand that was holding the flashlight.

She came running, burying her face into my neck and curling herself into my body.

Her belly pressed against my lower abs, and I felt the refreshing kick to my stomach that let me know that both of my charges were all right.

Despite my stupidity.

“What happened?” she asked worriedly.

“Someone was in the house,” I said quietly. “I let them in the house.”

“You didn’t,” she disagreed. “I heard you lock the door. And I remembered that I could do it from the app. So, I was the one who armed it.”

That terrified me.

“You sure?” I asked. “We have a good system. I’m not quite sure that it would’ve been easy to get inside if it’d been armed.”

“I’m mostly sure,” she admitted. “When I opened my app, I set it.”

She showed me exactly what she’d done, and I winced. “You have to slide it down and wait for it to turn red for armed before it’s fully armed.”

She sighed. “Shit. I’d seen you do it so many times from the app that I just assumed that was how you did it. I’m sorry. It’s my fault.”

I snorted. “It’s no more your fault than mine. But we did have cameras running. We can see who it was if they weren’t smart enough to cover it up.”

That’d been one thing that I always had running. The cameras that were on the front and the back of the house pointed at the doors.

Thirteen minutes later, I watched some man masturbate, then jizz all over the car door. The entire time, his face was obscured by a low hat, shielding almost all of his face but his jaw, which was clean shaven.

Five minutes after that, I come out with the trash, then washed it off with the hose.

“Gross.” Dory grimaced. “What the hell?”

“Same thoughts,” I grumbled as I looked around the house to make sure, again, that nothing had been taken or moved. “This guy I think knows you. You’ve probably seen him before for him to know where we live. For him to know where you lived before, too.”

“You think it’s the same guy?” she asked warily.

I looked down at her and said, “I think that you don’t make enemies. And it’s rare that you would have one, let alone two. So yes, I think that it’s the same guy.”

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