“Let the bodies hit the floor! Let the bodies hit the floor! Let the bodies hit the floor!”ĭropping my stuff on the counter, I grabbed the remote and turned off the music. Walking into the apartment, I spotted him sitting on the couch, slouched back in his crisp black suit and holding a sandwich in one hand and spinning a basketball on the finger of the other. Michael never took his key away, so he’d show up at any time and raid the refrigerator or we’d find him in the middle of the night using the court. It echoed down the hallway from the apartment, and I stopped, every hair on my arms standing up in sudden awareness.īut then I noticed the song. The doors opened, and I stepped inside our apartment, immediately hearing music cranked up to an ear-splitting level. I hated him being gone, but I loved him coming home. I didn’t care that today was Valentine’s Day or about the opera tickets he got for tonight, or even if we went out at all. Michael had left town for a game, and I hadn’t seen him in three days. Grabbing my phone and water bottle, I jetted out of the pool room in my bare feet and into the elevator, holding up my card key to scan for the penthouse.Īs the elevator ascended, my stomach dropped a little, and I couldn’t help but smile as the butterflies took off. I dried off quickly and slipped on some shorts before swinging the towel over my shoulder. Grabbing my cell phone, I checked the time, seeing that it was after six. Walking through the water, I climbed the steps out of the pool, ringing out my hair as I dripped all the way to my towel.
I hadn’t realized that last October when Michael and the guys came after me, and I hadn’t been prepared, but now I understood.ĭon’t be lazy. I had to know how to take care of myself.
I should always keep in mind that the rug could be swiped out from under me at any time, and while I could lean on Michael, Kai, and Will…my survival, my success, and my life were ultimately in my own hands. He kept me on my toes, and I was grateful for that.ĭamon or no Damon, I shouldn’t get too comfortable.
While I tried to deny the fact that he rented a space in my head, there was a part of me that understood more and more that the threat of him might be a good thing. I was constantly walking around with one eye trained over my shoulder, and all the happiness I’d felt the past several months was only ever overshadowed by a tinge of black cloud that would pop up here and there to remind me that I wasn’t safe. I ground my teeth together, blowing out a hard breath as I slammed my hand across the water, sending a small wave crashing against the side of the pool.Īnd wherever he was I hoped he was in a lot of pain. Ever since Pithom and Trevor and the cinderblock tied to my ankle, I… Which is exactly why I forced myself to use Delcour’s indoor pool at least twice a week. It never used to be like that-and if I weren’t alone, it wouldn’t be so nerve-wracking-but I hated being by myself in a pool now.
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