Page 22 of His Darkest Desires

CHAPTER

13

Archer

Getting that call fromGage today had me spinning at the thought of losing Sloane all over again. And then to hear Jared fucking kissed her on top of trying to intimidate her into staying in a relationship with him, took every ounce of will I possessed not to leave Sloane in Gage's care and go hunt that prick down myself like the dog he was.

But I made the right choice.

She was my number one priority.

I needed her at my place where I knew she'd be safe.

I knew that I had to find a way to tell her about the murder case I’d been working on soon, but not tonight. She didn't need anymore shit on her plate than what Jared had already piled on. Getting back to my place after we'd gotten some clothes from Sloane's, I looked to see that it was already six o'clock. Knowing I needed to be at The Match Box to meet Summer in a couple of hours, I did my best to make sure she was comfortable in my home before I left. "Are you feeling better now?" I asked, wrapping my arms around her waist, placing a kiss on her forehead.

"Yes, I am."

Kissing her again on the lips I told her. "I do have to go out tonight. I'm meeting someone that has information on a case that I'm working on."

Frowning at me, she asked. "What time is your meeting?"

"Eight o'clock."

She gave me a disappointed look. "How long are you going to be gone? I was really looking forward to spending tonight with you."

Cradling her face in my hands, I could see that same reflection of the hurt I had caused her all those times I left her unsure of where our relationship was going. "It should be no more than an hour, and then when I get back, I want you naked in my bed and waiting for me." I pulled her in, kissing her softly at first but then deepening it. After leaving Sloane home alone, all I could think about was getting the information I needed from this woman and getting back to her beautiful naked body, so I can bury myself deep inside of her, and be as close to her as humanly possible.

Pulling up to the Match Box, I headed inside to look around the old bar for any sign of Summer.

Noticing her bright blonde hair, I spotted her in the back with her head down and walked over to where she sat. As I came up to her table, I noticed that she was lost in her own world and tried not to startle her when I approached. "Miss Elliot?"

When she jerked her head up, I felt bad that despite my best efforts she was still startled and very on edge. "Yes, please call me Summer," she said, shaking my outstretched hand.

Sitting down, I asked. "Okay Summer, what did you want to talk to me about? You said that you were scared. Is there someone who’s threatening you?"

She searched around the bar as if to check to see that no one was listening to our conversation. "Y-yes... I am so scared that he's going to come after me and finish what he started. He keeps sending notes to my work, threatening me that if I tell anyone anything that he knows where I live and he's going to make sure I will never be able to talk again."

Tears started to stream down her cheeks, and I could easily see the terror written on her face that she felt. Reaching out and taking her hand in mine, I tried my best to comfort her. "Can you identify your attacker from that night at the club?"

She shook her head. "No, he was wearing a mask. I did see some tattoos on his arms, but it was too dark to tell what they were. I'm sorry, I know I make a terrible witness, but I just had survival on my mind that night and didn't pay much attention to anything else. I just wanted to escape and get away from him as fast as possible, you know."

"I totally understand. Is there anything that he might have said to you or anything about his voice or body movements that you remember? Anything you can remember might help me figure out who this guy is before he tries this with someone else. Also, do you happen to have any of the notes he sent here with you?"

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