All Chapters of Enemy Outside (Unseen Enemy 2): Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

“Anyway,” Greg said more calmly. “I kept giving her chances. You know? I sent her texts and pictures as her stalker, and I was sorry to scare her so bad, but all I wanted was for her to let me hold her. Comfort her. Take her to bed. But she never let me touch her, fucking not once. No matter how scared she was, no matter how hard I tried to get her to see me as someone to turn to, she just didn’t.” He shrugged again. “You can only give a skank so many chances, right?”Olivia thought back to the texts at the very beginning of this whole nightmare. Yes, they had been offensive, but not sexual or even very aggressive. More… bitchy, almost. There had been a short reprieve, and then suddenly, they’d just started up again. She recalled that this was when the name-calling began, when the sender started attaching pictures of ejaculating penises and sliced-up breasts.That was when Greg got involved. He just took over the stalking, pretended to be the same person, took it up a notch. Several n

Sam Phillips shook his head. “No way. Nobody can make that shot.”“You or Finn have to, man,” Pete Anderson told him. “It’s the only choice we’ve got.”“No, I know. I get that. But I’ve never curved a bullet that dramatically in this kind of wind and cold. If the air was still and a few degrees warmer, sure. But we only get one chance to take this shot, and if I fuck it up, the woman is dead.”Everyone sighed.“Well, what if you went inside the office?” Sully said. “There’s a window there too… much narrower, but no elements to contend with.”Finn Callahan grimaced. “I already checked it out… they’re too far in the room, on the other side of the table. No way to hit him from that side.” He gestured down at the window of the conference room. “This is the best shot, I promise you. Sam’s right.”“Dallas?” Griff said. “What do you think?”Dallas’ blue eyes were staring at the flag that Sam and Finn had used to gauge the wind, he looked through Finn’s binoculars, reading the specs on the sh

Dallas was on his stomach, his rifle set up and his finger on the trigger, his friends behind him. They were all watching the monitor, the guys in horror, Dallas coolly, reassessing the angle of the curve. Olivia and Greg were standing now, and that actually helped things immeasurably. He ignored the fact that Greg was cutting Olivia’s left cheek; ignored her clear distress. Then he realized that he couldn’t just pretend that she wasn’t there.He knew that this may well be the last time he saw Olivia alive, and he wanted to take one final look, to see how she was in what were possibly her final few seconds. No turning away from her terror, no denying the pain she was in, no hiding from just how badly he’d failed her. If he was going to hate himself for the rest of his fucking life, Dallas had to know for what exactly he was to blame.I am so sorry, sweetheart. I fucked this up so bad.On the monitor, Dallas looked at her, devoured her. Greg had her turned to face the window now and he

Ten days laterKat stood in the middle of her living room, hands on her hips, staring at Olivia in complete disbelief. She was exasperated and angry, and all those things that she’d been longing to say to Liv for the past week were bubbling away just below the surface. She’d refrained from saying any of them, in deference to Liv’s fragility, but she was doing better now, and Kat felt that the time for a ‘come-to-Jesus’ talk had finally arrived.Jim was next to Kat, and he laid a calming hand on her arm. “Liv,” he said. “I really, really think you’ve got that wrong. In fact, I know you do.”“And I’m really, really sure that I don’t,” Liv shot back. “I don’t care what he says… he actually thinks I’m ugly and repulsive. That’s why he’s so polite and distant every time we talk. That’s why he barely touches me, and won’t look at me when he’s anywhere close to me.”Kat took a deep breath. “He does not think that about you. Dallas thinks that this is all his fault. He promised to protect yo

“Do you – do you blame me for what happened? For what that sick fuck did to you in the conference room, and for the end of your career?”“No.”“But how can you not?” he asked, and she heard the despair in his voice. “Because I only blame one person, and he’s dead. You killed him as he held a knife to my throat and whispered in my ear that he was going to slash it wide open. Greg Wallace did all of this to me, and I know that he was sick and maybe one day I’ll feel pity for him… but right now, I’m angry as hell at him. Only at him.” Her eyes held his. “I know what it cost you to pick up that rifle again, babe, what you risked losing of yourself by doing that. I know how slim the chances were that you were going to make that shot. But you did it anyway, and you saved my life. I love you for that.”“You do?”“Yes. I do.” She got to her feet, and came to him. She stood right in front of him, close enough for him to feel her body heat. “I love you.”Dallas reached for her now, pulled her