Page 48 of The Sniper
CHAPTER ELEVEN
JAYDEN
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Tiffany and I sit shoulderto shoulder at her desk while she takes me through some of the horrendous fucking messages she gets from fans.Impressively, she’s kept a folder of them along with screenshots of certain comments on posts associated with anyone who sends a red flag.
A side effect of being the daughter of one of the biggest stars in the world growing up, I’m sure.However, there’s a big pile she hasn’t opened since the break-in.
“The police have past threats against me on file,” Tiffany says.
“Christ.”I rub a hand over my face and sit back in my chair.“How do you live like this?”
It’s an inappropriate thing to say, but it falls out of my big mouth.Every night it gets harder and harder to drive away and leave Tiffany.Even knowing the BHS guys are outside on patrol.
Having her in my arms, wanting her, and feeling this huge need to protect her is all-encompassing.I don’t want to attribute it to our chemistry, but the reality is, if she were a fifty-year-old dude, I probably wouldn’t feel the same way.
That would be weird.
Going through the fan mail, Tiffany does a running commentary I don’t need but know is valuable information.
“This is Daisy, she’s sweet.Oh, Mary-Lou from Texas.I love her notes.”
When I pick up one envelope, her mood shifts.
“Don’t open that one.Toss that one.”She says, pointing to the trash can.
“We aren’t tossing anything.”I growl.“Give me permission to open them.If there’s anything that relates to the burglary, we need to give it to LAPD as a potential lead or evidence.”
Tiffany groans, and I can see this is stressing her out.Gone is her normal, sunshiny personality, replaced with real anxiety.
I reach for her hand, and her eyes widen.
“I’ll read them.You don’t need to see it.”
Tiffany licks her lips, and while my dick reacts—it does to every move she makes—I give it a stern talking to.I don’t like seeing her distressed like this.
Her eyes...they’re darting around.
I feel my heart rate speed up and tug the collar of my shirt.
