All Chapters of Safe In His Darkness : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

***EMILY GRAYSON'S***"Lexi, I can't wear this; it’s too revealing,” I complained. It was a very short satin gown with a bold neckline. “It’s not,” Lexi replied. “This dress is perfect for the occasion.” “Which occasion?” I asked. “Getting you a new boyfriend,” she responded. “My God, Lexi, I am not ready for another relationship. Please. Besides, what about you? Any new boyfriend or girlfriend?” I asked. Lexi is bisexual. “Whoa, girl! Don’t make this about me.” “Well, if you must know, I just met this girl. She’s a waitress at this big club I know—we’re actually going there now. But…” she paused for a second, “…we’re just messing around. It’s nothing serious,” Lexi replied. “Really now?” “Yeah!” she shrugged, keeping her gaze forward. “Now let’s go.” We reached the club, and Lexi went straight to the bar counter to greet a waitress with short brown hair and tattoos covering both hands like sleeves. She’s pretty. Wait a minute… is Lexi blushing? Wow, that

***ALEXANDER ANTONIO'S****We walked over to the back of the room and past some double doors to find the boxing ring. "Is he here?" I asked Raphael. His eyes searched the loud, crowded arena, as did mine. "I can't see him," he sighed. I ran a hand through my dark hair and rubbed my stubble. We were in an illegal boxing club."He's here," I said as I walked across to the booths. I knew he was here—the very man who had been stealing my money. He had gone into hiding after I killed his partner. I glanced every so often at the different booths, checking to see who was inside them. Suddenly, I stopped at one when I saw the bastard. I walked into the booth, and the man stood up, as did his two friends."Relax, sit," I gestured as I took a seat in the booth. I placed my legs on top of the low coffee table, which was littered with empty glasses and alcohol. I smirked as I watched the men pale and promptly sit back down. Raphael also took a seat and started to pour a drink for himself."

***EMILY'S GRAYSON'S***I found my apartment door unlocked, which immediately set me on edge. I clearly remembered locking it before I left—and it wasn’t Lexi. I had texted her on my way home; she was still with Haze. I hesitated outside, debating whether to go in or not, when the door suddenly opened from the inside. And there he was: Jack. “Are you coming in or not?” he asked casually. My heart skipped a beat, but not in a good way. “What are you doing in my house? How did you get in?” He shrugged. “Did you forget I know where you keep your spare key? And who was that guy that dropped you off?” I pushed past him and stepped inside. “That’s none of your business. Have you forgotten we’re not together anymore?” I shut the door behind me, but Jack followed me further into the apartment. “It is my business. You’re my girlfriend.” “Ex,” I corrected sharply. “We’re exes now. You don’t get to take my spare key and walk into my apartment like you own the place.”I turned to face hi

* **EMILY***When we arrived at Alex’s house, I couldn’t help but stare. The gate stood tall and black, wrought iron shaped into elegant curves that somehow softened its intimidation without taking it away. Set into a polished stone pillar was a small glass panel—barely noticeable unless you were looking for it. Alex pressed his finger against it. A quiet click followed, and the gate opened with a low mechanical sigh. Beyond it, the driveway stretched forward like a private corridor, smooth stone reflecting the house ahead. Soft lights embedded along the edges flickered to life as dusk settled, guiding the way. Tall cypress trees lined the path, their shadows long and watchful.The house itself rose at the end like something out of a dream—broad, composed, and quietly intimidating. Dark stone walls absorbed the fading light, giving it a heavy, almost commanding presence. Some of the tall windows glowed warmly; others remained dark and unreadable. Nothing about this place

****EMILY***Coming out of the bathroom, I spotted clothes laid neatly on the bed, a small piece of paper on top of it."Wear this," was the writing on it. It was a black dress. Alex must have put it there while I was in the bathroom. I reached for it and slipped it on—it fit me perfectly. Too perfect. How did he even know my size? I grabbed my bag. Thank God—I always carried a little makeup with me. Carefully, I covered the faint mark on my face. It wasn’t as obvious as it had been yesterday. When I was done, I slipped back into the shoes I’d worn the day before and headed toward the kitchen. Alex was setting the table. He’d freshened up and changed into a new black suit—always black. “Hey, you’re done. Let’s eat,” he said, looking up. “Thanks for the dress,” I replied, taking the seat he pulled out for me. He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. “It’s my duty as your boyfriend to take care of you,” he murmured. We started eating. “You don’t have to