The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 245

Chapter 245: GUNPOINT

Abigail

"Meemaw, for the last time, yes, I packed the pepper spray."

"Don’t take that tone with me," Meemaw grumbled over the phone, her face turning sour on the camera.

I was on a video call with her, and her mood seemed to have improved from four days ago when she first found out my parents’ case was public.

To say she had been furious was an understatement.

"You’re not a cat, Abby! You do not have nine lives. Do you realize what you’ve done? What if we do not get the culprit?!"

"Meemaw," I sighed. "Finnegan is helping, okay. He was able to get this out there when I couldn’t even manage it myself. We know who the culprit is. It’s his brother-"

"Yeah, and that’s way too much of a coincidence, no?" She grumbled, her lips pressing into a thin line. "I like the hunk, but he comes from a murderous family, which doesn’t speak well."

She glanced around before leaning closer to the phone. "What if it’s in the blood?"

It was so ridiculous I couldn’t help but laugh. I was getting dressed for work. The search for Devin was still ongoing.

Every day felt like walking a tightrope. The police were actively hunting him, but it was as though he had dissolved into thin air.

It didn’t help that Gina the witch wasn’t making any moves either. Ever since the case went public, she must have locked herself in her pretty mansion.

How did I know this? Finnegan had Gina’s housekeeper reporting her every move. He said Martha was like a mother to both him and Devin, and it was devastating that Gina and Devin were so far gone that they had their own people turning against them.

But even with all the resources Finnegan had at his disposal, Gina remained elusive as a slimy snake.

Finnegan had explained it to me the night before.

"My mother is avoiding contact with Devin on purpose," he said, his fingers tracing slow circles on my back.

"She’s always several steps ahead. She knows the moment she reaches out it could be traced. But unfortunately for her, Devin is impulsive. He doesn’t think like she does, and that is going to be a very costly mistake."

The memory of Devin’s cold green eyes at the racetrack launch still haunted me. Today we were preparing for an important seminar — a high-profile automobile industry event where Finnegan was scheduled to speak.

The tension in the house was thick, but we kept things as normal as possible for Angel’s sake. After ending the call with Meemaw and assuring her I was fine, I finished dressing in a sleek navy pantsuit.

We arrived at the venue an hour later. I had a few members from the design department helping set up the booth displaying mini prototypes of all of Wolfe’s vehicles while Finnegan sat at the high table alongside other speakers, discussing the challenges facing the automobile industry.

His eyes were lit with excitement the way they had been lately, and my heart swelled at the sight.

"Miss Kellerman? Miss Kellerman, did you bring the tape?"

I pulled my eyes away from Finnegan and looked at Jason, who was smiling nervously at me.

Devin. The fucking devil.

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