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“What?”

“I can’t go into specifics,” he says. “But I’ll say this… We’ve been trying to find Michael since last night with no luck. I don’t know if he’s responsible for your truck, and honestly, I’m not convinced he has the balls to pull that off.”

“Maybe he didn’t, but I don’t know who else it’d be.”

“Look, I’ll come pick you up after work,” Zombie says. “Michael might not have been the one to inflict the damage, but I wouldn’t put it past him to get someone to do it for him. He’s clearly unhinged and obsessed with you. Until the club is able to track him down, I don’t want you to be alone.”

“I, um… okay.”

Until this second, I was only angry. Now, I’m scared. And it’s not the good kind of scared, the kind that gives me a euphoric feeling. No, it’s the kind that has my mind racing and the hair on the back of my neck standing on end.

This sucks.

“What time will you be done?” Zombie asks, pulling me back to the conversation.

“Should be about six.”

“I’ll be there at five,” he says. “Call me if you need me, okay?”

“I will.”

We end the call, and another text comes through.

Michael Martin: Bitch

I’m typing out my response when a notification drops down on the top of my screen indicating another incoming message. I quickly hit send.

Me: And you’re blocked.

After blocking Michael’s number, I switch to the new text.

Unknown: U R Mine

My breath hitches, and I turn in circles to scan my surroundings.

Me: Who is this?

Unknown: U R smart… U will figure it out

Me: Why scratch up my truck?

Unknown: Shits and giggles

Me: Seriously?

Unknown: Better get back inside. U R very exposed out in that parking lot

What the actual fuck?

I rush inside, telling myself it’s because my lunch break is over and not fear fueling my actions. Shoving my cell into my back pocket, I make my way to Melanie’s office and knock on the door.

“Come in,” she calls.

I step into her space and hover just inside. “I, um…”

“What’s wrong, Lucy?” Melanie asks with genuine concern. “You look terrified.”

Crossing the room to drop into the chair across from her, I pull out my phone and open the picture I took of my truck. I show her, and she gasps.