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Chapter 156: Don't Test Me Chapter 156: Don't Test Me Angelia

And let's not forget about that broken guy of yours. With what I have on him, I wouldn't just ruin his career, I would destroy his entire life. Tell me, do you know anything about his childhood at all? No? Maybe they don't trust you as well as you think they do.' Whatever he was hinting at with Kingston, it twisted my heart. Not the part about them not trusting me because weirdly even after their dishonesty, I wasn't as worried about that as I would have been only a day ago. My mind had already put most of it behind me but bringing up his childhood? I had my suspicions that something had happened to my big and scary man. Something about the way he never let me see him naked and how he wouldn't let me sleep with him for the night, not to mention the unnatural aggression rolling off himi in waves made me worry for him. Marshall had practically confirmed my suspicions that night when we had a public scene. However, he respected his friends enough to not divulge something that wasn't his to share. It was the text that did me in however.

If that is not enough for you, my sweetheart. I am not opposed to something more physical. You might think I am doing this to torture you but I am not. They were the ones who tortured you, 'putting their filthy hands on you and causing you pain. I am the one who will save you. And sweetheart, you shouldn't try to tell anyone else. Don't test me." The threat of Iharm, the der t of physical The the deranged mentality of this person. It was proof enough that this wasn't just a slightly ill person but someone who was so mentally not there that I was genuinely afraid of what they were capable of. Andy's apartment was empty when I got back, he was still at work and had no idea what I had been going through for the last hour. I hadn't even thought to tell him, prioritizing instead to get my ass to the station. A lot of good that did me. Settling down on the couch, I couldn't stop thinking about the last few hours. I had been this freaking close to telling my men about it but nothing could have been that simple. Really, my men? It seemed I still considered them mine,

after the worst of the hurt had settled, my mind had already made its decision. It was that easy,

wasn't it? The subconsciousness always knew, it just took time to listen to it. My stomach growled

as I waited but I didn't make a move to the kitchen. I was too tied up in knots to eat anything, my appetite was practically non-existent. The envelope was clenched in my hand and I threw it at the table, feeling sick holding it. If this Chapter 156: Don't Test Me

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was a prank, it wasn't just cruel, it was despicable. Who would want to terrorize anyone in this way? Who was sick enough to do something like this? And why me? I had never done anything to deserve this, I was quiet, kept to myself and stayed out of anyone's way and what the hell did they mean about saving me? As if I was in any other danger than the one they had put me in themselves. Absolutely unhinged. Fear raged inside my body as I thought of the last text. Nausea gripped my throat and my stomach rolled with the intensity of my feeling but while my body felt the effect of the ominous words, my mind was strangely empty and almost calm. It was like I was in a dream or someone else had taken över my body because this was too surreal to be true. Stuff like this didn't happen to people like me at least, it it wasn't something I had expected would like this didn't happen to people like me happen to me.

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about this was crazy, I mean, who the hell showed up out of the blue to follow me, take pictures and write me creepy notes. Most importantly, who sent threatening texts if this was just a prank? My mind couldn't handle this, so it shut itself off. I know it was the shock I was expecting, this couldn't be real. I didn't want this to be real, I wanted this to be a nightmare that I would wake up in Andy's bed and this would all be gone. 'Going into panic mode helps no one least of all myself.' I reminded myself, I couldn't allow myself to overanalyze and speculate because then...then I would get sick with worry. The thing about the brain was that it could lead you down rabbit holes that you would struggle to get out of

I felt st**id, so f***ing s**id for letting myself play into the unknown's game but what could I do? I didn't know what this person was capable of, obviously, he or she was insane and insane people were the scariest because you never knew what to expect from them. Whenever I read books where the heroine has a stalker, was that what this person was? I was always irritated at

how dump the heroine was for not seeking help, they had been either overconfident thinking they could fix it on their own or sacrificed themselves to keep those they cared about safe. I always cursed those women because clearly this wasn't something they could manage alone, it was too big for them to battle by themselves.

Now, I thought I understood. While I had known it was a book, the heroine hadn't and while I knew the book guaranteed a happy ending, they hadn't. They couldn't risk anything because to them, it was real life and real life wasn't straightforward. There was no arrow pointing them in the right direction and no knowing how it would have turned out if they got help. They couldn't take the chance of doing something that might hurt someone else and I..I couldn't either. I might be dumb and I was probably making a big mistake but until I knew how serious this was, I didn't want to involve anyone especially if it meant keeping those I cared about safe.

By the time Andy got back home, I had practically stressed myself to exhaustion. For the past several hours, I had tried to figure out what I should do and came up with next to nothing. I struggle to think of anything I should be doing, going to the police? Already done that and it hadn't helped. Telling anyone about my situation? No, I can't unless I wanted to test the f***ed 2/3

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up person who had suddenly barged into my life. The only thing I had decided on was moving back to my apartment, I didn't feel comfortable staying at Andy's place when I had some creepy people following me. I didn't want to get my best friend involved in this. What if I stayed here and that person thought I had told him? What if I got him hurt because of it?

I didn't know if I was taking this too seriously but then again, I had never been in this situation before. Getting messages and threats from a creepy person was scary especially when I didn't know what that person was capable of. I tried to reassure myself with the fact that I hadn't received any threat directed at me so maybe as long as I told no one and stayed away from my

me' men. Myself and everyone else would be safe, right? But for how long? How long did I have to stay away from them? Weeks? Months? A year of two?

Just this morning before all this, I had made up my mind about them. As soon as I threw away the what if questions that plagued me and actually listened to what I wanted, I knew that I wanted to try making us work again. My talk with them cleared up my doubts and insecurities. At first, I had been afraid that I had been a game to them, I had been scared that if they could lie to me, then they never cared about me like I cared about them. I had let my overactive brain run wild but after speaking with them, I could see how wrong I had been in my assumptions. Their eyes held the same pain as the mind did, their mouths bled truth through their words. Yes, they had made a mistake, a mistake that hurt and broke our trust but it was still a mistake. Deep down, I knew that they never meant to hurt me. So this morning, I had decided to forgive them. I had realized that what the three of them had given me these past weeks made up for their one mistake. They had given me my dreams, fo experience pain, pleasure, submission and domination. They gave me the courage to go after what I wanted, to accept that what I wanted wasn't wrong, weird or disgusting.

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