Lara Dexter shows up as promised and I’m waiting for him downstairs. He looks absolutely normal for someone who lost a hand just a week ago. It’s kind of terrifying. His eyes light up when he sees me. I climb inside the car and buckle up. “You look stunning,” he comments, referring to the long sequined dress I’m wearing. It’s black, and I bought it just today.“Thank you,” I say evenly. He starts the car and we get going. Ambrose wasn’t too happy to hear that he’s alive and even tried to dissuade me from working in this. I would’ve stepped back to if it weren’t for my desire to finish the job, and the reason why that is is because Dexter knows Ander. He knows him. My worst nightmare has come true right before my eyes and I was powerless to stop it. I’m pretty sure that Ander hasn’t said a single thing to Dexter because otherwise, my cover would be blown by now, but it’s still bloody terrifying. While he’s out there, he’s a threat to my peace and safety, and so he has to go. If th
Lara The first thing I go through are the drawers on his desk. Most of them are unlocked and so I open them easily. I go through the papers inside of them lightning quickly, afraid that the door might open and Dexter will barge inside and find me going through his things. Most of the papers are contracts. I can't go through each of them individually. Although I don't really know what I'm looking for, I'm hoping to find a map or something that will indicate where the money is being kept. That's all I need to know. I try to stay silent as I move to the other drawers. My heart is slamming against my chest now almost painfully. I have to get out of here. Dexter will come after me. I just know it. I chew my bottom lip as I get to the last drawer. Beneath all the papers, I spot something. It looks very much like a map. My eyes widen as I try to get it free from the pile of papers to see it more clearly. This might be it. Suddenly, I stop. I'm not sure why. Intuition maybe. The map lo
LaraI have only a moment to do something to avoid getting caught. Hurriedly, I drop the map on the big space under his desk where he keeps his chair pushed in, and then I push the drawer in with my feet and leave the stack of papers where they are. I hurry to the front of the desk and sit on the edge of it just before he enters. Dexter gives me a perplexed look that strikes panic into me. I force myself to smile easily. At this point, I have to think about anything and everything to get out of this situation. My life depends on it. He can’t go around the desk. He’ll see the mess I made and I won’t have a single way of explaining why I’m going through his things. It’s notable to remember that he once thought I was working against him, especially when that shipment plan went wrong. “What are you doing in here?” he asks as he steps closer to me. The good thing is that he sounds more curious than suspicious so if I play my cards well, I’ll be able to pull this off. I make a show of
DexterI stare into her face as I wait for her answer. She seems genuinely confused by my question so maybe I have it all wrong. “Was it a pity-fuck?” I ask again. “Why would it be?” she asks before placing her hand on my arm. “I don’t know,” I say, even though there are numerous reasons why I think it is. For starters, she never showed this interest in me before, and all of a sudden, out of the blue, she suggests sex. I love her, and my thoughts are mostly comprised of me fucking her, but I don’t want her to do it because she pities me. Far from it. The fact that she might have done it because she feels sorry for me makes me feel sick to my stomach. I don’t want her to feel sorry for me. “I don’t pity you. There’s nothing for me to pity here. What I meant earlier was that what happened in Baywood made me realize that I didn’t want to lose you.”I look at her again. Her eyes are wide and she’s breathing heavily. She searches my eyes and adds, “I was so scared.”The fragility in
Lara Last night was the craziest night of my life but I’m glad that I managed to get everything done. As soon as Dexter went to sleep, I crept out of bed and went into the office. Everything was just as I left it, naturally, and I picked up my phone and snapped pictures of the map. I was scared still. What if he woke up and caught me? What if something went wrong?What if all of this had been for nothing because the marking on the map represented something else?Once I’d packed everything back, I walked out of the office and went into the living room. I opened a window and focused on breathing. The air was cool against my skin and I felt a lot better. I sent the pictures to Ambrose, choosing not to waste any time. Once they were sent, I wasn’t sure of what else to do. I knew I had to go back home. Ander would be waiting for me and it was close to midnight. Dexter hadn’t woken up, so that was a good sign. I had to go home. I made a promise to my son. I crept back into my room to
Lara“Lara?” Finch says. I’m not sure why he sounds so uncertain. It’s probably because ever since I turned thirteen, I refused to keep my hair its natural color. This was the only time in my life where I was a redhead. But enough about that. That’s not what matters. I can’t believe that he’s here. It just doesn’t feel real. I hold onto the railings for support because goddess knows I need it. We stare at each other for the longest time. Although there’s a storm raging behind my eyes, I keep a calm face. My brother takes a step toward me. He seems hesitant and he should be. I’m not even sure why I’m this calm. It’s probably because of everything that’s happened in the past few days. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” he claims. “Yeah?” I ask, my eyebrows shooting up. I can feel my anger brewing inside of me. At any moment, it’ll just spill over the sides and I’ll lose it. “Why is that?”“You’ve been gone for seven years,” he says. “Of course, I’d be looking for you.”I star
Lara Ambrose strokes his chin pensively after I’ve just recounted the whole incident with my brother. I ask him, “What do you think?”“I’ll be honest with you,” he says at last. “I’m not quite sure what to say because firstly, I don’t know him. You do. I can tell you now that it would seem very suspicious for him to approach you with this but I don’t know him at all.”I sigh. He’s right. He can’t give me advice concerning this. I should know his intentions because I’ve known him longer. The problem is that I thought I knew him once. Now, I’m not so sure. I can safely say that I don’t know him at all. So much of what happened to us has changed me. Why would he need me to exact revenge?That’s the part I don’t understand. I worry my bottom lip with my teeth. Goddess, this is all so exhausting. Words can’t even describe how damn exhausted I am. Now I have this to deal with on top of everything else.“If you feel like you have to move out, then do so,” he claims. “You have my leave.”
Dexter It doesn’t matter how many times I tell myself that I won’t go see Red because it’s a foolish and reckless decision. By the end of the day, I decide that I have to see her if only for a moment. I’ve worked with the authorities and so I know that it’s impossible for them to monitor the whole city for me. However, they could be camped outside a place if they think there’s a high likelihood I’ll be there. I feel like the strip club could be one of those places but at the same time, maybe that’s just paranoia. Why would Walter think that I’d be at the strip club all the time?It’s not like he knows about Vanessa. So, I’ve made up my mind. I’ll be going there to see her. I just can’t get enough of her. Fuck, I’ve never felt this way before about anyone. It’s crazy that I’m even willing to risk my life just to see her. It’s getting harder to think of her in that place, though. I really wish she’d quit. The thought of her dancing for other men and getting naked in front of them m