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Myla sighed, turning to him. “I keep thinking about the fact that he needs help. Like real help. Not to be hunted down like a rabid animal.”Hayden felt a surge of irritation, but he pushed it down, deliberately softening his voice. “Baby, he is not a harmless victim. He is a murderer. He killed his wife, remember?”“I know that,” she said, her eyes sad. “I haven’t forgotten what he did. But I can't help but wonder… what if he’d had help sooner? What if he hadn't grown up in that environment? I just feel so sorry because it is just a waste of a life.”Hayden’s heart softened. This was the woman he loved…. the woman whose heart was so vast she could find empathy even for the monster chasing her. It was the same heart that held him when he was falling apart… that saved him. He took her hand, kissing her knuckles. “That is why you have your foundation now, my love. To find and help the ones who need help on time before they turn into men like him.” He pulled her closer, his arms wrappin
“Why do you have that look on your face?” Detective Carolanne asked her partner.“I just got off the phone with Mr Oakley,” he replied, joining her at the counter to get a cup of freshly brewed coffee. “He invited us to his home.” “What?” Carolanne asked in surprise, looking at him with wide eyes. Then she let out a yelp as her cup started overflowing because she wasn’t paying attention. “You mean like their actual house.... the new house everyone is so curious about?”“Yup,” Detective Ben replied, giving her a paper towel to wipe her hands. “I was equally shocked, but he said since we now know that the stalker is hiding and not actively looking for them, it’s ok for us to come to them now.”“Wow,” Carolanne breathed. “He really trusts us, uhn? What if we decide to sell the information? What is the address he sent?”Ben chuckled. “Well, that will be very hard to do because he is sending a car to pick us up.” She rolled her eyes. “Of course.”An hour later, Detective Ben and Carolann
His eyes flew open. “Agree to what?”“You think you can tell me no?” she whispered, leaning down so her breasts brushed his chest. “You think you can decide how I fight my battles?”“Mine… please,” Hayden choked out, his face flushed, his body straining as his hips jerked up into the tight heat of her wet pussy.She increased the pace, her body a blur of friction and heat. She was the one in control. She was the one driving the tempo.“Agree, Hayden,” she demanded, her voice rising with her own pleasure. “Agree to the plan. Tell me you’ll let me end this.”“I can’t… I can’t let you—”She slowed even more, her body clenching around him just enough to make him see stars but the friction reduced enough to halt his climbing pleasureHayden let out a sound of pure agony, his hips bucking upward in a desperate search for the contact.“Agree!” she commanded.Hayden’s resolve snapped like a dry twig. “Yes! Dammit, yes! Whatever you want, just… baby, please!”The moment the word left his lips,
The car was quiet with Myla, Beck, and Jared throwing looks at Hayden, whose head was completely turned away from them, looking outside through the tinted windows of the SUV, the snow-draped city flashed by. He hadn’t said a word after they left the precinct, leaving Jared to drive the car to the helipad where the helicopter was waiting. The festive light twinkled on street corners, but inside the vehicle, the air was heavy with the lingering echo of Edward Kowalsky’s voice. Their house was quiet with most of the staff dismissed for the holidays, leaving only some guards. Hayden didn’t even make it to the living room. “I’m not agreeing to it,” he said flatly, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t care what Ben or Caroline thinks. I don’t care how clever the plan sounds. Myla is not bait.”“She has been his prey for a while now,” Jared said quietly. “Don’t say it like that.” Hayden snarled, rounding on him. “The answer is still no. There is no version of this reality where I al
“I almost found out where they were keeping you prisoner, Rosie. I was so close, but the demons were tracking me. Hayden’s dogs are everywhere.” Eddie’s voice turned into a conspiratorial whisper. “But my good Samaritan helped me and rescued me. He’s taking care of me for now, keeping me safe while I recuperate. So I may not be able to call you as frequently as usual for a while.” Ben paused it, and everyone stayed in shocked silence for a while.“The hell??” Beck muttered. “Did he just say someone helped him?”“This makes so much sense… this was how he was able to disappear so fast that day. He wasn’t hiding; he wasn’t in the area at all anymore.” Carolanne whispered, her eyes widening. “He isn't alone.”“He doesn't call him a partner,” Beck noted, leaning in. “He calls him a samaritan. He sees it as divine intervention, not a criminal alliance. Maybe the person who broke him out of the psychiatric institution?”The latest recording, dated only three days ago, was the most telling.
“Goodness,” Myla muttered under her breath as she stepped to the side to allow a policeman pass with a cuffed woman in a skimpy dress. “This place is so overstimulating. I can’t imagine the kind of migraine one would get staying in here all day.” The downtown precinct was a hive of controlled chaos. The air was thick with the smell of burnt coffee, old paper, and the sharp tang of floor wax. Telephones rang incessantly, and the low hum of voices formed a backdrop to the flickering fluorescent lights that gave everyone a sickly, sallow complexion. Detective Ben’s office sat at the far end of the corridor, cluttered but organized in the way only seasoned detectives managed. Case files were stacked neatly on one side of his desk. A notice board behind him was crowded with photographs, timelines, and handwritten notes connected by red string. A single desk lamp cast a yellow glow over everything, making the room feel small and more intimate than the rest of the station.Detective Carola







