He cursed as he ran his thumb over my nipple. “You’re not wearing a bra.”
“Would you rather be touching my bra right now?”
He huffed a laugh and rolled my nipple between his fingers. “We should slow down or else—”
Keelan was cut off by the sound of my car’s alarm going off outside. As we looked at the front door, the window in my living room shattered and a brick tumbled across the floor.
I screamed and Keelan threw me on the couch and covered me with his body. The alarm in the house started blaring.
When nothing else came through the window, Keelan got off of me and we jumped to our feet. We looked at the brick, then the window, which was covered by curtains. Keelan pulled the curtains away, revealing broken glass on the ground and the shattered window. Careful not to step on the glass, he looked outside.
“Get away from the window!” I shouted over the alarm.
The panic in my voice made him come to me. “It’s alright! I didn’t see anyone!” he shouted and wrapped his arms around me. “I’m going to go out there, but I want you to stay here!”
I pushed away to look up at him, shaking my head. “No! Wait for the police!”
Suddenly, there was pounding on the front door and I let out a scream.
“Shiloh! Keelan!”
It was Creed. Keelan went to the door and unlocked it. Creed and Colt rushed in, eyes only on me. Creed made it to me first, hands grasping my face. “Are you alright?” I barely heard him say.
I nodded.
“Can I turn that off?!” Colt shouted next to me while pointing at the alarm.
I nodded again, but the alarm went silent. I looked past Creed and saw Knox standing in front of it. His eyes met mine. I hadn’t seen him for two days and during that time, I’d tried my best not to think about how he hadn’t come to me. Not that I was playing a game, but Knox always chased me. If I was upset, he came after me. If I said or did something he didn’t understand, he’d hunt me down and demand clarity. He was a pushy and stubborn man, but for once, he wasn’t chasing me.
“Your car is completely trashed,” Knox said.
I moved past Colt and Creed and headed for the door. The moment I stepped onto my porch and saw my car, my shoulders slumped.
Written all over my car in red paint was the word WHORE. The front windshield and a few of the side windows were busted in. The tires were slashed, again.
“It doesn’t take a genius to figure out who did this,” Creed said as he came to stand next to me.
“Instead of guessing, can’t you just look at your camera footage?” Knox asked.
Sirens sounded in the distance as I spun around and ran back inside. I could feel someone following me as I went to my panic room and put in the code, unlocking it. After flipping on the light, I went straight to the computer and shook the mouse to wake the screens. As soon as they were up, showing the different areas of the house, I rewound the feed. Sure enough, Cassy, Amber, and Gabe snuck up to my house from somewhere down the street and began destroying my car.
“What is this room?” Creed asked behind me.
“It’s sort of like a panic room,” I shot over my shoulder as I copied the camera feed of the past hour and sent it to my email.
“Is this a gun safe?” Colt asked.
I got up from the desk and saw Colt and Creed eyeing the huge, black gun safe in the corner of the room. “Yes,” I answered simply.
“Shiloh, the police are here!” Keelan yelled from the front of the house.
The three of us went back out front, but not before I grabbed my phone and wristlet off the coffee table first. A police car was parked by the curb and two officers were talking with Knox and Keelan on my lawn.
“This is her,” Keelan said to the cops as I approached.
They eyed me skeptically. “You’re the owner of this home, miss?” one of the officers said. I could hear the doubt in his voice.
I read their names above their badges. One was named Cortez and the other was Simmons. I pulled out my ID and held it out to them. “Yes, I’m the owner.”
“And this is your car?” Officer Cortez asked, nodding toward my 4Runner as Officer Simmons took my ID.
“It is,” I answered. They asked me what had happened and I told them my perspective from inside my house. Then I said, “I know who did it.” They looked up from their little notepads, expectant, and I continued. “I have cameras all around my house.” I pulled up my email on my phone and clicked on the video before holding it out for them to look at. “You can see their faces clearly.”