Page 92 of Such a Good Girl

I wanted to feel safe.

Just one more time before my world exploded just like my kitchen had.

ChapterThirty

WEST

“You’ll be safe here,” I said, as my chauffeur pulled the SUV up in front of my cabin way up in the mountains of Big Sur. We’d taken a short flight to the Monterey airport and then drove a few dozen miles to get here.

“Is this like, a ski lodge or something?” Kaylee asked, looking up at the house through the windows.

I hadn’t let her out of my sight since I’d shown up to her house, frantic and furious. Hours passed as the cops processed the scene, driving me out of my mind. All I wanted was to get her out of there.

I’d immediately announced I was taking Kaylee away — and insisted Violet and Everleigh come, too.

The cops looked unhappy about that, saying they’d have more questions soon, but I’d insisted. Fuck them.

Getting those women away from there was all I could think about.

I wanted to be with Kaylee, far away from all the madness.

Somewhere along the way, things had gotten messy. It had started with the paparazzi. Then there were all these people trying to figure out who Kaylee was. The internet memes criticizing her looks started up, and now some psychopath had sent a fucking bomb.

Yes, getting away sounded really fucking great.

“It’s not a lodge,” Everleigh piped up. “It’s another one of West’s mansions.”

“This is a single-family residence?” Kaylee asked, bewildered.

It looks like something a king would live in, I knew this. But I loved it. Because it was also way up on a mountain, far away from anything and anyone. No prying eyes to be found for miles.

“A single person residence,” Everleigh said, clicking her tongue disapprovingly. “Ridiculous, right?”

“What? I like to invest in real estate,” I said, defending myself. “And trust me, nobody is going to fuck with you here. Nobody even knows about this place. It’s registered under a secret LLC.”

“Well, I won’t complain about privacy and seclusion,” Kaylee said, her voice cracking. I squeezed her hand in a vain attempt to comfort her.

“Safety.” I nodded, leaning over to kiss her forehead. “I’m so fucking sorry that happened to you, babe.”

“I’m fine, West. Stop blaming yourself.”

The truth was that I was did.

I couldn’t fucking take it anymore.

I’d gone through so much shit over the years.

Stalkers. Crazy people trying to get onto my property.

Scammers.

Hell, half of Hollywood was intent on scamming you out of something.

Most nights, merely walking down the street was a gamble.

There was danger out there, I knew that.

But the fact that there was someone out there trying to blow up Kaylee, specifically? It was unnerving.

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