or a newspaper he could find out where I was.
While I was eating dinner with a few women from work, I saw the majority of the reporters all scatter. Something was drawing them away from me and I hoped that meant that I would be left alone for the rest of the night. I texted Jackson when I got in my car and told him that I was headed home. He didn’t respond but I knew that he had a business dinner and was busy.
I pulled up to the house and looked up at it. The porch light was on and the neighborhood looked quiet. I took a round about route home and lost the remaining reporters and I knew it would take them a minute to figure out that I’d most likely just gone home. I was chuckling when I unlocked my door and walked inside.
I flipped the switch by the door and frowned when the light didn’t come on. I kicked off my heels and walked into the living room, feeling the hairs on my arms and neck prickle. I wasn’t alone. I discretely put my keys between my fingers, remembering a self defense class I took in college. I walked to the lamp and clicked it on, only slightly surprised when the lights illuminated the intruder.
“Everyone knows that this is the first place you’d go. Not very smart, Brett. You’re violating the restraining order.” I tried to keep my voice firm and calm. He didn’t need to know that I was terrified.
“It’s my fucking house. I can go anywhere I dam well please.” He shifted in the chair, and leaned forward. He looked dangerous with his face mostly in the shadows. I wasn’t sure if he had a weapon but I didn’t want to find out.
“What do you want?” I asked him. He was looking around the room and I used his distraction to slip my hand into my pocket. I slid my finger across the screen of my phone and unlocked it. I’d spent a lot of time using my phone and I was hopeful that I could call someone without looking at the screen. I didn’t want him to know what I was doing.
“What do I want? You got me put in jail. I could go to prison. You had to stick your nose in my business where it didn’t belong. I thought you were just a stupid bitch but you fooled me. I don’t know how you got all that shit on me but my lawyer is going to get me off.” He didn’t sound very confident but I nodded. I didn’t need to anger him. I just needed to stall him so whoever I called had time to get the police.
“You beat me. I couldn’t stay here with you anymore. I made a rash decision to go to the police and I’m sorry but I was so hurt and upset. I never thought you would hurt me.” I tried to appeal to him, hoping that there was something decent inside of him still.
“I wouldn’t have hurt you if you hadn’t cheated on me with him. Since that dinner he’s been going after all of the guys I make deals with and turning them against me. I got desperate and I went to someone even Jackson Hart knows to be afraid of. He made me prove my loyalty, and when I did he gave me jobs to do. How was I supposed to know that you were a nosy bitch. You don’t know even half of what I’ve done but I can’t fucking believe that you had proof of any of it. How did you get it?”
I couldn’t believe that he hadn’t figured it out yet. It was almost laughable.
“You really don’t know?” I laughed. “It was so easy. You never covered your tracks. You had bloodstains on your shoes. You left large amounts of cash in your desk drawers. Once I figured out that you were doing things that were illegal it was easy to find out details. You were arrogant to assume that I would ignore the signs. And once an inkling about it, I knew exactly who to ask to help me.”
“Fucking Jackson Hart. I should have known. I was taking away some of his business, of course he’d come after me through you. I bet you think he loves you, too. He’s using you. He wants his turf back, he doesn’t give a shit about you. Why would he? You’re a lousy fuck.”
“I’m a
While I was eating dinner with a few women from work, I saw the majority of the reporters all scatter. Something was drawing them away from me and I hoped that meant that I would be left alone for the rest of the night. I texted Jackson when I got in my car and told him that I was headed home. He didn’t respond but I knew that he had a business dinner and was busy.
I pulled up to the house and looked up at it. The porch light was on and the neighborhood looked quiet. I took a round about route home and lost the remaining reporters and I knew it would take them a minute to figure out that I’d most likely just gone home. I was chuckling when I unlocked my door and walked inside.
I flipped the switch by the door and frowned when the light didn’t come on. I kicked off my heels and walked into the living room, feeling the hairs on my arms and neck prickle. I wasn’t alone. I discretely put my keys between my fingers, remembering a self defense class I took in college. I walked to the lamp and clicked it on, only slightly surprised when the lights illuminated the intruder.
“Everyone knows that this is the first place you’d go. Not very smart, Brett. You’re violating the restraining order.” I tried to keep my voice firm and calm. He didn’t need to know that I was terrified.
“It’s my fucking house. I can go anywhere I dam well please.” He shifted in the chair, and leaned forward. He looked dangerous with his face mostly in the shadows. I wasn’t sure if he had a weapon but I didn’t want to find out.
“What do you want?” I asked him. He was looking around the room and I used his distraction to slip my hand into my pocket. I slid my finger across the screen of my phone and unlocked it. I’d spent a lot of time using my phone and I was hopeful that I could call someone without looking at the screen. I didn’t want him to know what I was doing.
“What do I want? You got me put in jail. I could go to prison. You had to stick your nose in my business where it didn’t belong. I thought you were just a stupid bitch but you fooled me. I don’t know how you got all that shit on me but my lawyer is going to get me off.” He didn’t sound very confident but I nodded. I didn’t need to anger him. I just needed to stall him so whoever I called had time to get the police.
“You beat me. I couldn’t stay here with you anymore. I made a rash decision to go to the police and I’m sorry but I was so hurt and upset. I never thought you would hurt me.” I tried to appeal to him, hoping that there was something decent inside of him still.
“I wouldn’t have hurt you if you hadn’t cheated on me with him. Since that dinner he’s been going after all of the guys I make deals with and turning them against me. I got desperate and I went to someone even Jackson Hart knows to be afraid of. He made me prove my loyalty, and when I did he gave me jobs to do. How was I supposed to know that you were a nosy bitch. You don’t know even half of what I’ve done but I can’t fucking believe that you had proof of any of it. How did you get it?”
I couldn’t believe that he hadn’t figured it out yet. It was almost laughable.
“You really don’t know?” I laughed. “It was so easy. You never covered your tracks. You had bloodstains on your shoes. You left large amounts of cash in your desk drawers. Once I figured out that you were doing things that were illegal it was easy to find out details. You were arrogant to assume that I would ignore the signs. And once an inkling about it, I knew exactly who to ask to help me.”
“Fucking Jackson Hart. I should have known. I was taking away some of his business, of course he’d come after me through you. I bet you think he loves you, too. He’s using you. He wants his turf back, he doesn’t give a shit about you. Why would he? You’re a lousy fuck.”
“I’m a
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