One well-placed bullet changes the game.
Their ex makes a fatal mistake, thinking she can ruin my HimLock guys. She doesn’t realize I’m the one who ruins people. A pull of the trigger, and their problem becomes my confession.
They see what I really am, the part of me I’ve kept tucked away because they were watching me through cameras and coded fantasies, convinced I needed saving.
Now they know I don’t need their protection. I need space to work.
So, I tell them the full truth… that I would’ve taken care of Daniel weeks ago if they hadn’t been stalking me like overzealous voyeurs with boundary issues.
Finally, Daniel crosses the last line, and I stop holding back. I finish what should’ve ended the first night he followed me home. When the dust settles, I move in with my HimLock guys.
Turn my old apartment back into my office. And let three brilliant, reckless men wrap themselves around my life like they’ve been dying to do since the first message.
I should shut everything down. Close the chapter. Log off for good. Instead? They text me love notes they’ve signed in blood.
