“Informed of what? This man’s release? I don’t understand any of this. Justice, what the hell is going on?” I ignore her for the moment focusing on the man in front of us.
“What does she have to do with this?” I ask. He reaches for a briefcase sitting on the table and snaps it open, pulling out a folder he passes to me. I flip it open and find photos of us. Sky and me last night. Photos of her coming to the club alone. Photos of her with Christy entering the club. Photos of her and me as I walked her out of the club.
“Fuck!” I roar.
“Why are there so many pictures of me?” she asks.
“Mr. Bana has been watching Justice. I assume he assumed you two were together now. He will go to any lengths and hurt whoever he can to get to Mr. Sinner.”
“He … he would come after me?” she asks, slightly shocked.
“Yes, Ma’am, which is why you’re here now.”
“You put me in danger?” she says, looking at me now.
“No. I would never do that, Skylar. I would never purposely put you in danger. I wasn’t aware he’d been released.”
“This is bullshit. I can’t stay here. I have a business, friends.”
“You can’t leave, Miss Rawlings. There’s a risk if you even try,” Grohl tells her.
“I …”
“Everything will be okay, Sky. Let them do their job,” I tell her. She shakes her head, a sick look crossing her face.
“He would hurt me to get to you?” I nod my head. I hate the idea of anyone getting near her. My gut churns at the thought of him seeing her, but what can I do now? There’s nothing more I can do.
“He would, and I won’t let that happen,” I tell her.
“What do we do now?”
“We let them keep us safe,” I tell her.
After what seems like forever, she nods her head, and Grohl leaves us alone in the room. I walk over to the small bar and pour a drink while watching Sky pace the floor. She pulls the curtain back and peeks out before letting it go quickly and facing me.
“What if they know we’re here?”
“I doubt they do,” I tell her.
“What if they do?”
“We have protection, Skylar. They aren’t going to let anyone hurt us,” I tell her.
“Are you going to tell me what the hell is going on?” I shake my head. I can’t relive that. Not now. Not yet.
“No.”
“You’re just going to leave me in the dark about what’s happening?”
“I’m sorry, Sky. I just can’t talk about it right now.” She seems to understand at least a little as she nods her head. I finish my drink and walk over, pulling her into my arms.
“I’m sorry you got involved in this. I didn’t mean for that to happen,” I tell her. My cock responds to her being so close and hardens in my slacks.
“Is that all you think about is sex?” she snaps at me and tries to pull away. I don’t let her.
“It’s a stress reliever, Sky. I think you know that by now.”
“That’s all it is?”