Did It On Em Novels & Stories

“That’s not Em, that’s edited. I didn’t” But the doubt was there, sharp and cutting. And as she backed away, phone dropping to the floor, another text pinged He’ll always come back to me. Game on, bitch.

“If needed, we can neutralize him and make sure he doesn’t follow us, at least for a while.” “Doubletap,” Embyr nods knowingly. “I like the way you think, babe.” They share a smile of understanding before Embyr revs the car engine, running over the street curb as she changes direction. Did she just call her babe? What the hell happened while I was in the hospital rescuing Arthur?

Until a message came. It was encrypted, it had no sender and couldn't be traced. It was a location ping. A single sentence: “Come alone or don’t come at all.” Attached was a video. I wasn't clear but it was enough. Emery was bound to a chair in a dark room, there were bruises on her cheek, her lip had split but she wasn't crying or screaming. Just staring at the camera like she already knew she was being watched. And I did the one thing I never do.

She hated being idle without work, having been used to working since she was a teenager. William cleared his throat and said something that shocked Emmy. "Once your head stops spinning, you can go back the day after tomorrow. Oh, and I watched the CCTV footage from while I was in New York. I know who was behind what happened to you!" ""Huh! Who was it, Bro?" Emmy gasped in surprise.