Darker – Chapter 6

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Last time on Darker…

"I wish that were the case but we can't take any chances." Jesse stated with concern. "She's a very sick woman, and...she's armed. On top of that she's been through your things and knows where you live and work." Taking a deep breath he locked eyes with me. "Beca, I believe she's coming for you to get back at me."

Holy shit!

And now…

"Please eat something." Jesse insisted as he shoveled the rest of his egg white omelet into his mouth.

"I'm not hungry." I countered still feeling uneasy about the whole break-in situation.

Letting out a deep sigh, his frustration became more apparent as I pushed my plate away in disgust.

After giving my statement to the police, Crime Scene Investigation came in and did a thorough examination of the premises which included taking photos and dusting for prints. The bedroom was a mess with piles of clothing from the night before strewed everywhere and used condoms haphazardly tossed onto the floor. A coating of aluminum powder was left on most surfaces, including my clutch bag and its contents which they used to lift prints left by our unwanted visitor. When black lights were used to search for biological fluids I wanted to blend in with the wall as our bed lit up like a Christmas Tree that prompted Jesse into an explanation indicating our lovemaking wasn't part of the crime scene.

Benji and Don, the hired private investigator did their due diligence of looking for a weakness in the security system but didn't find anything out of the ordinary. Instead they took it upon themselves to reprogram the alarm and change Jesse's access code permitting entry to the penthouse suite. It was determined the only way she could gain entry was by bypassing systems which confirmed she gained access with the help of someone who knew their way around security. With surveillance footage in the custody of CSI we would know in the next few days who she may have been working with.

During this time Jesse and I had a heart to heart about his former lifestyle involving his ex-submissives. He admitted to helping them on occasion, funding their school tuition and trade certifications on an 'as needed' basis which, to be honest didn't sit well with me. I'd hoped once the Dom/Sub contract was over, any and all contact between them would be over as well. But as Jesse explained, it would be irresponsible of him to turn his back on any of the women once the agreement was over because he needed to be certain they would be able to return to society unscathed by the BDSM experience. Raking my fingers through my unruly hair Jesse took my other hand in his and had me face him. Pulling my hand away in revulsion I was still perturbed about the situation and needed to vent; I needed to voice my concerns.

"None of this was in that preposterous agreement you almost had me sign. Was it in theirs? Was this the microscopic print disclaimer that nobody reads in case any of the subs went off the deep end? How long would you keep supporting them? Was this something your attorney made you agree to? Is your shrink in on this?"

As my questions continued to beat Jesse down like a hammer he let out a deep sigh and rolled his eyes. "Are you done?"

"Dude...I haven't even started!" Seething, I crossed my arms in front of my chest and looked away from him. It never occurred to me since starting this relationship with Jesse that I would be sharing him with his evil exes, and that was not cool.

"Okay...I hear you and I'm sorry I didn't tell you about this. The truth is I never expected to fall in love and I didn't think any of the fifteen would react like this." As Jesse explained himself it didn't make the situation any better however I began to understand where he was coming from. "Are you having second thoughts about us?" He asked with trepidation. When I didn't answer right away, he looked pained. "You're leaving me..."

And now I was furious...

"JESUS H CHRIST!" I lashed out because no matter what I said Jesse didn't believe me. "Just because I have a million questions about your former lifestyle it doesn't mean I'm going to run!" My voice was louder than I had intended as the housekeeper glanced over at us while she did the dishes. Scooting my chair closer to Jesse I lowered my voice to a whisper. "This is all just a little too overwhelming right now. In the last twenty-four hours my life has literally been turned upside down. That psycho could have seriously harmed us and then I find out my life could be in danger to plot some kind of vendetta against you." Taking a deep breath I continued my rant. "I just need time to process all of this shit."

"That's completely understandable." Jesse added trying to sympathize with my position. "What do you need from me?"

"The only thing I need is for you to have a little bit of faith in me." Pausing to sigh. "What the hell will prove to you that I'm not going anywhere? In spite of this drama, I still love you."

Without any hesitation Jesse made me the offer of a lifetime. "Move in."

"What!?" You could have knocked me over with a feather. "What did you say?"

"I want you to live here with me."

"Seriously!?" I couldn't believe what he had suggested. This was something I never saw coming. "I just met you like twelve hours ago and now you want me to move in?" With Jesse's demeanor changed he could barely keep a straight face.

"Yeah...seriously." He replied with affection. "Now that we know what the security breach was you'll be much safer here. Until we know who the accomplice is and she's back in custody you'll be escorted to and from work. It's the only way to guarantee your safety."

"I see...for my safety." I muttered under my breath. I didn't like the reasoning behind my potential relocation and decided to question his intent further. "Is that the only reason you want me to move in?"

"No! Of course not." He replied caressing my cheek. "I want you here because I love you! Beca, for the first time in my life I feel alive, and now I want to take care of you." Hearing him verbalize his feelings started to break down my defenses. "This might sound selfish, but I sleep better when you're here, and I want to begin every morning with you in my arms."

So would I...

"What do you say, Becs?"

Thinking about all the reasons why I shouldn't, the only reason that came to mind that was of any importance to me was that I felt the same way as Jesse. I loved him unconditionally and wanted to spend every waking and sleeping moment with him. As he waited patiently for my answer I stood up from my seat, eased my way onto his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck. Pressing my lips to his I gave him my answer.

"Okay...I'll move in." With my response Jesse kissed me back, lifted me into his arms and carried me across the living room, passing Benji's office along the way and into the master bedroom where he carelessly deposited me onto our bed. Giggling at his playfulness I was silenced with a kiss as Jesse grabbed a foil packet from his end table and climbed on top of me.

"So...is this the way it's going to be for now on?" I asked, as Jesse's mouth latched onto my neck. "Now that we're shacking up do you think you can just having your way with me whenever you want?"

"Yeah...pretty much." He said matter-of-factly lifting his smiling self to face me. "I meant what I said earlier, Beca. I want to take care of you."

And he did just that...

At noon I woke up to Jesse's arms and legs draped over me with his head buried into the crook of my neck. With the heat radiating off his body I was too warm and felt suffocated. Turning over on my back I gently nudged him away who moaned lightly and groped my breast which, made me chuckle because even in his sleep he gravitated towards my boobs.

Hearing the vibration of my cell phone I looked over to see an incoming call from Stacie. Shit! I totally forgot to call her. Grabbing my phone I put together the following text message.

"Sorry for not calling. I was overtaken by events...and still am. Will try to call later if my loving boyfriend, now roommate will let me."

Not a minute later she texted me back.

"What the hell Beca! You better call me!"

Snickering at her message I switched off my phone and redirected my attention to Jesse who was still sound asleep.

"Hey weirdo...wake up." I spoke softly trying to ease him into consciousness as I freed myself from his grasp. "Earth to Jesse."

"Mmm..." He moaned but still didn't budge.

Fine...be that way.

Uncovering his torso I carefully crawled over him and straddled his waist. Leaning down I took little Jesse into my hands and began to stroke him. Hearing him mumble something incomprehensible I looked behind me but he was still sound asleep.

How the hell could he sleep through that?

Returning my attention to his prized possession my eyebrow arched in amusement as I noticed he had risen to the occasion, feeling a bit naughty I decided I wanted to have my way with him.

And I did just that...

With my inner goddess doing a silent cheer my subconscious shook it's head in disapproval.

"What the...?" Jesse bolted straight up as I took him deep into my mouth. "Beca! What're you...? Oh, my God!"

"Mmm...Hmm." I mumbled without breaking rhythm. Using my tongue the way he loved it, licking and sucking harder while bobbing my head along his length. He was practically mewling as my teeth lightly scraped against him and then something unexpectedly happened.

Not realizing the position we were in, Jesse's mouth was doing wonderful things to me as he was giving as much as he was receiving. Halting my actions I pulled away and gasped at the sensation while he literally made a meal of me.

"Mmm...baby, keep going." He urged, then returned his attention to me.

And I did...and so did he...

It didn't take long before we were chasing our orgasms and consuming each other's releases. I'd never experienced that position before but some of the Bellas had often bragged about sixty-nining and now I knew why.

Grabbing me by my waist a giggle escaped as I was flipped onto my back. Jesse's lips were on mine in an instant as he plunged his tongue into my mouth. The thought had crossed my mind that he would be tasting himself on me and I wondered what that would be like for him. Pulling away the disgusted look on his face said it all as I couldn't hold back my amusement.

"Is something wrong?" I asked while trying not to laugh, flattening his wild hair as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Um...for the record, you taste much better." He admitted as he pressed his lips to mine. "But I would do that again with you...anytime."

And so would I...

For the next hour we held each other and discussed the urgent need to get me back on birth control. I'd decided that the pill would no longer be an option and would look into Depo-Provera injections which made Jesse very happy. While condoms were effective, they were also inconvenient, destroyed any chance at spontaneity and were not one hundred percent. Taking some responsibility in this, Jesse arranged to have my lady doctor, Dr. Caverly fly out next week to examine me which I agreed to. With my head laying on Jesse's chest I caressed his abs and gently tugged at the fine hairs of his happy trail; we were enjoying our closeness until his cell phone began to buzz. Reaching for his iPhone he gave an exaggerated sigh and rolled his eyes. Giving me a dreaded look he answered the call.

"Mother! How are you?"

She had called and for whatever reason I felt the need to move away from Jesse and cover myself.

"Yeah...she's here. Did you want to speak with her?"

Oh no! What could she want with me?

Shaking my head quickly I mouthed "No" which made Jesse practically snort.

"No mother...I haven't asked her yet. I was just about to when you called."

Ask me what?

"Okay...here she is."

Handing me his phone I gave him a look of annoyance that amused him. Kissing the side of my face Jesse got up and headed for the en suite bathroom. Cocking my head I checked out his bare ass, smirked in appreciation and brought his phone to my ear.

"Hi...how are you?" I asked sitting up in bed.

"Very good darling and how are you adapting to L.A.? Is my son treating you well?"

"Yes...he's been very attentive to me and won't let me out of his sight." Jesse peaked in from the bathroom as I squinted my eyes at him in discontent.

"I'm so happy to hear you two are getting along so well. Did he mention anything to you about our annual charities ball?"

"Um...no I can't say he has."

"That's just like Jesse, every year he finds an excuse not to go, but I thought for sure he would want to bring you this time." She paused. "It's for a very noteworthy cause and we would love to have you."

"Well...it sounds like fun but I can't speak for your son. I'll ask him when we're off the phone. When is it?"

"Tonight at six."

"Tonight?" I croaked. "Okay, well I'm sure I can find a way to persuade him." With my last remark Jesse dangled a foil packet in front of me that nearly had me choking.

"Again?" I mouthed as he nodded mischievously. Shaking mine in disbelief I rolled my eyes because the man had the libido of a pubescent teenager.

"Sweetie are you still there?"

"Yep...I'm here."

"Do you think you'll be able to make it? There are so many people coming tonight that we would love to introduce you to."

Feeling empowered I made the decision I felt was right. "Janet...we'll be there." Narrowing my eyes at Jesse he let out a painful groan that nearly had me busting up. "You have my word."

"Oh that's wonderful darling. Thank you! Jesse already knows this but tonight's function is black tie and masks are mandatory."

My first masquerade ball. Sweet!

"Well...I'm looking forward to it. I'll hand you back to your son."

Tossing the phone over to Jesse I rolled out of bed and made my way to the bathroom to clean up when I overheard him talking to his mother about us. Smiling to myself it was nice seeing him starting to have a relationship with her. Looking at my reflection in the mirror I was flushed and had dark circles under my eyes. But unlike the last time when I paid attention to myself, I had been through the wringer and looked like it. This time I was glowing and never looked happier because I loved and was loved in return. In spite of the crazy bitch on the loose, we were at a good place in our relationship and now we were taking the next step; I was moving in. Some would say we were rushing things however with the intimate connection we both shared recently, it just felt like the natural course of action for us.

"Hey! You alive in there?" Jesse yelled from the bedroom as I was brought out of my fog then realized I didn't have anything to wear to tonight's event. "You okay?"

"Yeah...I'm good." I replied as he entered the en suite bath, wrapped his arms around me and kissed the back of my neck. Seeing my worried expression he spun me around to face him.

"What is it?"

"What the hell am I going to wear tonight?" Sighing deeply I sat on the edge of the tub, rested my elbows on my knees with my head between my hands. "You know a little bit of notice goes a long way."

Kneeling down in front of me Jesse took my hands away so he could see my face. "Baby, until yesterday I didn't know if you were going to take me back so I didn't say anything, but now that we're together I can't wait to show you off." Jesse smiled warmly and pressed his lips to my palms. "You could wear a potato sack and still look beautiful, but you won't have to. All of the clothes that were purchased for you before are still here and there's even some gowns for you to choose from, so don't worry about it."

"Thank you." I merely said as I was relieved that I had something to wear to the shindig but decided at that very moment that I wanted to go all out for the party...and for him. "Um...I'd like to get my hair and makeup done for tonight. It's not everyday a former A Cappella singing badass gets to attend a ball."

Giving me a an Orbit worthy smile Jesse nodded. "After lunch I'll take you to my friend's salon." Acknowledging him with a quick nod I smiled with relief. "Now that we've got that squared away shall we put this to good use?" Rolling my eyes I took the foil packet from Jesse and led us back into the bedroom.

A couple of hours later...

It was just after two when Benji chauffeured us to a little French place called Cafe Pinot. As usual Jesse ordered for us and we polished off a bottle of Chardonnay.

"You haven't eaten much."Jesse observed. Are you sure you're okay?"

It's always about food with him...

"Yes...I'm fine, I just can't stop thinking about her." Pausing with a sigh my curiosity wanted to know more. "Tell me about number fifteen."

"What would you like to know?"

"Everything."

Acknowledging me, Jesse put his fork down and began to speak about his last submissive. "Kayla was a lot like you, but she wasn't a virgin." He paused to wink which made my eyes roll. "Like the others she was introduced to me by Gail, and like you she was a very attractive brunette, but with brown eyes." He corrected himself.

"Were they all brunettes?" I asked, interrupting him. "You're submissives that is?"

"Yes."

"Why is that?"

"It's what I preferred, I guess."

"But Mrs. Robinson was a blonde, right?" He nodded yes. "That's very interesting." I deducted, then encouraged him to continue while I picked at my salad.

"Unlike you she was an established sub but, she wanted more."

"But you didn't." I interrupted again.

"No." He answered. "Are you sure you want to hear the rest?"

Acknowledging him with a nod, he continued on. "What happened next?" I inquired, taking a bite of my lunch.

"I cut her loose after she admitted her feelings for me." He admitted as though it was the most obviously course of action. "We were no longer compatible."

"Is that when she went bat shit crazy?"

"Actually no. I encouraged her to see Dr. Moss and she seemed okay. It wasn't until months later when she met someone else."

"She had a boyfriend?"

"Yes." He merely stated. "They were together until a few weeks ago."

"What happened?"

"He was killed in an auto accident."

I gasped. "Oh, my God!"

"The police report indicated it was a head on collision. The other driver survived and was arrested for driving under the influence."

"That's horrible. What happened with Kayla?"

"She was devastated and ended up in therapy again."

"With Dr. Moss?"

He nodded yes. "It wasn't until she saw the picture of us from your graduation that set her off. She contacted me and begged to be my sub again."

"What did you tell her?"

"I said no. Plus I'd already met you and didn't want anybody else." He said, smiling warmly. "I offered to pay for some college courses for her but it wasn't enough."

"Is that when she lost her mind?"

"In a matter of speaking...yes." He paused with a sigh and took a sip of his wine. "Turns out she had a history of mental illness and was previously treated for borderline personality disorder and prescribed mood stabilizers. With the death of her boyfriend and seeing us together, she snapped."

"And now she wants you back." I commented. "Well, I'm sorry for her loss but that's not going to happen. She can't have what belongs to me."

Surprised by my remark, Jesse grinned. "Why Miss Mitchell, are you getting territorial on me?"

"Perhaps." I responded with a smile, dabbing my lips with my napkin. "Do you really believe she's capable of harming either of us?"

"I don't know what to believe, however we can't take any chances. She has a weapons permit and has already been arrested once." Running his hand through his hair he locked eyes with me. "After last night she's proved how unstable she is and I'm not willing to risk your life. If anything had happened to you..."

"But nothing happened." I spoke softly while placing my hand over his. "I'm okay."

"Yes, but that's what concerns me even more. The fact that she was there and left that message for you is what disturbs me the most." He paused with a sigh. "You know Beca, there are worse things than death."

Acknowledging him a nod the sick feeling of dread was back as I felt chills going up and down my spine. Trying to lighten the mood Jesse spoke about tonight's shindig and how his family was looking forward to having us there. Apparently his mom spoke favorably about yours truly and accused me of being a good influence on her precious son. Finishing our meals, Jesse took care of the check and we were on our way.

Within walking distance of the restaurant we stopped at an ultramodern beauty salon called 'Indulge'. As we entered the boutique we were immediately greeted by a flamboyant black male with a white mohawk and teal colored tips named Andre, who I took an instant liking to because he made Jesse feel uncomfortable by his flirtatious nature. Cecile had bleached blonde hair, a nose piercing and the bluest eyes I'd ever seen. She hung out with Andre and was the main cosmetics girl that I would be seeing next.

Everything was going according to our plans until Jesse excused himself and waltzed to the back of the shop and struck up a conversation with a very attractive blonde woman who, I would guess was in her late forties. They obviously knew each other well as she extended her hands to his shoulders and kissed both of his cheeks. Growing more suspicious of who she was, I couldn't keep my eyes off of them as they continued their serious discussion. Who the hell was she and what were they talking about? I thought to myself as she glanced over at me with interest while I mingled with the staff.

"Hey Andre...come here." I spoke softly to get his attention. "Who's that woman with Jesse?"

"Oh..." He exclaimed with an exaggerated sigh. "That dragon lady is Mrs. G. She's the owner and such a bee-otch. She and your man candy go back a long way."

"Huh…" Was all I could say as Andre organized his work station, motioned for me to take a seat in his chair and secured a smock around me. Thinking about what he said I wondered if that was the infamous child molester. Jesse had previously mentioned they had a business venture together and now I wondered if this was it.

While waiting for Jesse to return, my hairdresser took an emery board to his nails and hummed a Beyonce tune to himself that made me chuckle. After a few minutes more Jesse finally caught up to us and apologized for making us wait. Taking a vent brush to me Andre asked Jesse a question that just about did me in. "So...do you want the usual for this one?"

Jesse shut his eyes and let all the air out of his lungs. As realization set in I glared at Jesse with my mouth agape, ripped off my smock and stormed the exit.

"Shit! Beca! Wait!" He ran after me and grabbed my arm. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought you here."

"The usual?" I was so livid all I could do was repeat part of Andre's question and yank myself away from Jesse's grasp. "Your ex-subs! You brought them here?"

"Yes." He answered truthfully. "I co-own this place with Gail. It's actually how my subs were selected."

"And you still brought me? Can't you see how fucked up this is? What the hell were you thinking?" With my hands on both sides of my head I couldn't believe what Jesse had done. "They think I'm one of them!"

"But you're not."

"THEY DON'T KNOW THAT!" By this time I was yelling at the top of my lungs and stomping my foot. "I am SO fucking angry with you!"

"I know you are and I'm really sorry for making you feel that way." He said rubbing my arm. "You know you're quite adorable when you're pissed off."

"Stop it! I know what you're trying to do." With his attempt to lighten the mood I tried to keep him from seeing the smirk creeping upon my lips. "You and your fucking baggage..." I was still upset with Jesse, but not as angry as before.

"Okay...fine. It was a dick move and I'm the biggest asshole in the universe. But in my defense I've never had a girlfriend before so I'm going to make mistakes." Pulling me into his arms he lifted my chin to look up at him. "Will you please forgive your loving boyfriend for being such an inconsiderate asshole so I can make this right."

"She's very attractive."

"Who is?"

"Mick Jagger!" My words dripped of sarcasm as he rolled his eyes. "The woman you were just speaking with...Gail, I presume." Pausing to take a deep breath. "Why aren't you fucking her?"

Jesse sighed and shook his head. "I told you why. We're just friends. That part of my life is over. What do I have to do to prove that to you?"

I wanted to tell him to stop seeing her but it wouldn't be fair of me to force him to break off all ties with her. Like Jesse being touched, Mrs. Robinson was a hard limit for me but she was still a good friend and business partner of his.

"So you're a co-owner of a beauty salon?"

"Yes...I'm a silent partner. I have no interest in the business, I just fronted the money and she runs the salon, actually both of them. She opened up a second location in the valley." He admitted. "I owed her."

"You owed her?" I asked, not believing what I was hearing. "In what way?"

"After I graduated college she and her husband at the time invested one hundred thousand to get my company started. The rest is history."

"So, let me get this straight, it was her husband's money she used to front her submissive's business pursuits." As he nodded I shook my head in disbelief. "That's real slick Swanson."

Talk about fucked up...

"Did you bring Kayla here?"

"Yes."

"I see."

"Look...I fucked up big time in bringing you here and I'm sorry. Gail wasn't even supposed to be here, she never works on weekends but I guess someone called in sick." Jesse groveled for my forgiveness...again. "Can you please forgive me so we can move passed this?"

Still shaking my head I couldn't stay angry at him. "Fine...you're forgiven but I'm still upset with you and want to get my hair done preferably at a place where you haven't fucked the owner or it's clientele."

Trying to hide his amusement Jesse quickly looked away. "You are the most challenging woman I've ever met. I can't stand arguing with you but at the same time, I fucking love it. I literally can't get enough of that smart mouth of yours." Bringing me closer Jesse wrapped his arms around me. "I'm really sorry for being an asshole. If it's alright with you I'd like to go back inside and tell them exactly who you are and arrange for Andre and Cecile to come back to the penthouse. Will that be acceptable to you?"

Giving him a reluctant nod I waited outside with Benji who was trying not to let his amusement show while a determined but flustered Jesse disappeared into the salon.

"This is all you're fault." My comment was directed at Benji who gave me the warmest smile which thawed my heart. "Thank you again for setting him straight." I finally said, returning his smile.

A few minutes later Jesse returned and the three of us were on our way to my place to pack up my stuff. "We've got an hour before they arrive at the penthouse so let's get going."

Arriving at Chloe's condo I retrieved my suitcase from the closet and quickly packed up my belongings. Looking around the place it was hardly lived in as my friend had been away on vacation and I barely unpacked my crap. With her and Tom getting along like gangbusters I was certain she wouldn't miss me too much since they would most likely want their own privacy, but then again after all Chloe and I had been through in college, my unexpected relocation would be another conversation upon her return. Looking at some old photos of the Bellas I smiled in remembrance of winning the ICCA's and the time we spent at Aubrey's fortune five hundred retreat, where we found our new sound to compete with the current European champions; I looked forward to kicking some ass at Worlds but more importantly I looked forward to seeing my girls again.

"Hey...you almost done?" Jesse asked from the doorway of my room as he brought me back from my trip down memory lane. "Need some help?"

"Yeah...my mixing equipment is kind of heavy." He nodded and immediately began to break down the components. "Please be very careful." I warned.

"This is some serious DJ stuff. I'd love to hear your music someday." He said grinning while carrying the bulky items out to the parking lot. "Be right back."

While Jesse left me alone I came across the Beatles album he gave me after we first met. Sitting on my bed I studied the expensive piece of vinyl history before me and thought about the reason behind its acquisition. Jesse had led me on thinking there was something between us and then put on the brakes. It was the first time I had romantic feelings for anyone and wanted to explore my sexuality, but it was also the first time I had experienced heartbreak after being rejected. This was his peace offering, a guilt gift perhaps so I would forget about him and his damn fifty shades of fucked-up-ness.

No such luck Swanson, I'm here to stay and I'm not going anywhere.

Whatever demons we dug up from his past we would battle them as a couple, and in the end we'd be together. Carefully packing the album into my suitcase Jesse returned and watched me intently as I looked up at him.

"We never even got to christen this place." I joked as I stood up and pressed down on the not-so-new mattress. Approaching from behind Jesse wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck which made me sigh. "Chloe's going to freak out when she finds out I won't be living here with her."

"No she won't." Jesse said without any hesitation. "She's got my brother to keep her occupied, and besides we'll tell her together. Once she knows that we love each other...she'll understand."

Turning around I snaked my arms around his neck and placed a kiss to his lips. "You know all this talk about me being the one in danger...what if you're wrong? What if I'm the bait and you're the target?" The thought of something bad happening to Jesse brought me to tears. Holding me closer I tried to hold back my emotions but failed miserably. "If something ever happened to you..." Words failed me as I couldn't complete my sentence.

"Shh...nothing's going to happen to either of us." His soothing voice comforted me as he wiped the moisture from my eyes. "C'mon baby...let's get out of here."

As we packed up the rest of my belongings we wheeled everything out with my luggage to the parking lot. Handing my stuff over to Benji I decided to stop over at the postal kiosks to retrieve our mail. Inside the box was a manilla envelope addressed to me with no return label. I thought it was a bit suspicious but decided to open it right away. What I saw next nearly stopped my heart. The contents consisted of several black and white photos of Jesse and I engaged in sex from the night before with a typed letter. Two realities came to my mind immediately. The first being we were in fact watched and the second being she was here, standing in the very spot I was at that very moment. Dropping my other mail my hand went over my mouth as shock started to set in. Coming around the corner Jesse found me and rushed over.

"What's wrong?" He asked taking the envelope from my grip.

"She was here and left this." Jesse scanned the photos and let out a sigh as he ran his fingers through his hair. "There's a letter..."

REBECA, I KNOW WHO YOU ARE AND WILL SEE YOU SOON!

Slamming the mailbox shut Jesse looked around and over his shoulders to make sure we weren't being followed. Grabbing me by my hand he rushed us to the SUV where Benji was waiting for us. Feeling a little too vulnerable being out in the open we clambered into the back seat and secured our seat belts immediately.

"Benji...take us home."

A/N: Thank you to everyone who continues to read along and suggested names for sub #15. It was a difficult decision but in the end Kayla won out, so a big thanks to Guest #1 for suggesting the name. There are big surprises coming so I hope you'll tune in to see what happens.