Chapter Twelve- Book Three

Brianna (POV)

I walk out of the gallery after locking up and walk to my BMW and stopped short staring at what I saw. Written in white paint all over my car were the words ‘Slut, and Whore.’ I look around and didn’t see anyone. The paint looked fresh and still dripping. The paint was also splashed all over the windows and windshield.

I begin to shake as I pulled my cell phone out to dial 9.1.1. After reporting it. I was told a car would be dispatched to me right away.

Then I called Chase. He answered pretty quickly. “Bri, babe. I was just thinking about you.”

“I need you,” I said in a shaky voice.

“Where are you?”

“I am at the gallery.”

“I am on my way.” I heard his door shut before he hung up and knew he left to come here.

Ten minutes later, Chase pulls into the lot of the gallery. He is out of the car faster than I can blink. Then I was in his arms. “What happened Bri?”

“My car,” I say pointing as I pull away. He turned and noticed the car for the first time.

“That son-of-a-bitch.” H