Dex is in jail.
Do I finally get to be free of Timmy, only to have Dex ripped away from me?
The thought is unbearable.
Timmy, the man who tormented me, who broke me down piece by piece until I was a shadow of myself—he’s gone.Forever.
And yet… the relief I thought I’d feel is tangled with something darker. He deserved to suffer for what he did to me, but I never imagined it would end like this.
And Dex.Oh god, Dex.My anchor, my protector, my safe harbor in a storm. The man who put me back together when I thought I was beyond repair. He’s gone too, locked away for a crime I can’t even begin to comprehend.
I feel like I’m drowning, pulled under by conflicting waves of emotion. Relief, guilt, anger, fear—it all swirls inside me, leaving me breathless.
The hours crawl by.
I stare at my phone, willing it to ring, praying for some kind of answer, some clarity. I want to scream, to cry, to throw something, but I’m frozen, trapped in this limbo of not knowing.
What happened? Did Dex really kill him?
My heart tells me no. Dex wouldn’t…would he?
But my head is less sure. I know how fiercely protective he is of me, how much he despised Timmy for everything he put me through. I saw the darkness in his eyes when he talked about wanting to make things right, about making Timmy pay.
Still, the Dex I know—the Dex I love—isn’t a murderer.
Is he?
I collapse onto the couch, burying my face in my hands. Hot tears spill down my cheeks, and I let them fall. There’s no one here to see me break down, no one to hold me and tell me it’s going to be okay.
Dex was that person for me.
And now he’s gone, too.
As the first rays of sunlight creep through the blinds, I make a decision.
I can’t just sit here, paralyzed by fear and uncertainty. I need answers. I need to know what happened.
I grab my laptop and start searching for something—anything—that will help me to figure out what’s going on. How I can help.
Because whatever it takes, I’ll fight for Dex.Just like he fought for me.
I won’t lose him. Not like this.
Not now.
THE NEXT DAY
I manage to find out which jail Dex is locked up in.
A couple of calls later, and I’m able to figure out who his lawyer is.
“He’s going to be let out in a couple of hours,” the lawyer explains. “Just got to get a judge to sign off on the charges being dropped.”
Three long hours later, I hear Dex’s motorcycle before I see it, and as soon as he comes into view, I run up and into his arms. “Oh Dex,” I exclaim. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”
“Of course I’m okay,” he grins. “I get to be withyoufor the rest of my life.”
My heart warms and my pussy clenches at the thought.