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Prologue

It’s been five days since Brax left, and I have a bad feeling about it So seems off, but Gibbons says it is the boss man’s orders, so we have to toe the line

For five days, I’ve been eating, sleeping, and breathing surveillance I haven’t wanted Elle out of ht Brax is like a brother to me; he’s like another member of my family Therefore, Elle is family too Family looks out for each other Protects each other

Apart fro’s tenants, there hasn’t been anything out of the ordinary Elle hasn’t left her apart out hera few ti for hi able to tell her why he had to leave and that I’ her for him

I’ on to the fact that he’ll find his way back to her somehow I’ve never seen Brax be like this with a woman before No one has ever coa ruin that for hih with his fa for the boss, he needs her He deserves her

They both deserve a life of happiness

So I’ll continue to sit here, continue to be her shadow until he tellsin front of h of relief

I just hope it happens sooner rather than later For both of their sakes

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Fuck its dark

It’s hard to see hi towards Elle’s roo to happen, not on et this far I need to neutralize hionna kill me

I move towards the shadow and bump into someone fairly tall but lanky, definitely not a professional I rush hie him into the kitchen ith ainst the wall, then slides down, I know he’s been knocked out

I drag , but I can’t help it, I need to get to Elle I finally find it and flick the switch There is aout of it, sluainst the wall I check his pulse; he’s still alive, but looks well and truly out for the count I pat hi it, I slip it in o to the kitchen counter and quickly search the top drawer for sorab his hands and secure his wrists It’s not great, but it will have to do until the police get here I feel nore it It’s the least of ht now

Spotting his handgun by Elle’s door, I grab it with the sleeve ofcareful not to put my prints on it I put the safety on, then pocket it before rushing into the bedrooht find I can’t handle another wo killed

“Elle, it’s Shay Are you hurt?”

“Shay? Oh od I think I’m shot,” she ansheezily

Flicking on the bedrooht, I look over to her bed and see that she’s pale and clao Dah what I had to

Pulling my phone out of ain, but I cancel it because I need to ring for an ambulance

I prop the phone betweena towel froainst her ribs

“911 What is your eency?” the operator asks