He’s been so sweet and attentive over the past few days. I feel safe with him. I know that he would do anything to protect me, and I trust him. He’s okay with my moods, and he thinks I’m funny, and whenever I get sassy with him, he just grins and kisses me.
All of the things that other people might not like about me, he seems to love. I’ve never had someone treat me like that, besides the Kings, that is.
Maybe that’s why I’ve been thinking so much about quitting modeling, or at least retiring, and moving back to Diamond. I could find my own place if it feels like things are going too fast. I just want to be close to him. I want to be close to the Kings and the only family that I have too.
I knew that I was getting tired of modeling and traveling but it took being back here for a few days for me to see how much I missed it. I haven’t been happy, truly happy, for a few years at least. I think that it’s about time that I changed that.
Now I just need to work up the nerve to tell Rule how I feel.
I only hope that he feels the same way about me that I do about him.
ELEVEN
Rule
Normally wakingup next to Harvie is the perfect start to the day, but today, something is off.
It takes me a minute to realize that it’s because one of my alarms is going off.
I spring up from the bed, waking Harvie up in the process.
“Shh,” I tell her, holding one finger up to my mouth as I grab the gun out of the bedside table.
“What’s going on?” she whispers at me, her green eyes wide with fear.
“One of the alarms is going off. I’m going to go check it out. You stay put.”
With that, I’m out the door and sneaking down the hallway. I doubt that they’ve made it inside yet and I head toward the stairs. The elevator is locked down, so I know that they can’t come up that way.
I head toward the stairs, and that’s when I hear it.
Footsteps coming up.
They’re moving slowly. I ease the door shut behind me and crouch in the shadows. I can’t make out much but the footsteps sound light, and for a moment, I wonder if the stalker or intruder is a female.
It has to be her stalker. Wesley and Gavin both would have called or let me know if they were coming over, and they wouldn’t be sneaking up the stairs.
I crouch down in the shadows, taking slow, deliberate breaths as the footsteps inch closer. I flick the safety off of my gun as I see a shadow coming up the last flight of stairs, and my muscles tense as I get ready to fight and protect the woman that I love.
“Freeze!” I shout, turning on the flashlight on top of my gun and aiming it at the guy.
He’s scrawny, wiry, and small. For a second, I think that maybe it’s a kid, but then I notice the slight bald spot on top of his head.
He has a gun, and I shift, making myself a smaller target as he glares at me.
“Drop it,” I order, and he snarls.
“Fuck you. You think that you can take her from me?” he yells, his voice surprisingly hard.
“She’s mine. Drop the gun,” I repeat.
Being in the military and in an MC is a weird dynamic. Part of me wants to call the cops, have him arrested, and have justice be served. It’s obvious that this guy needs help, but I know the statistics on stalking. The cops barely even take an interest in those cases until it’s too late.
The other part of me wants to deal with him myself. He’s a threat to my girl, and I would do anything to keep her safe.
“I said drop it. This is your last chance,” I warn him.
I can see the indecision in his eyes. He glances from me to the door, to where Harvie is, and I know before he raises his gun that he’s going to shoot at me.