BLOODHOUNDS #4: THE DARK KNIGHT

Chapter 10 - SHOCKING TRUTH

Mason Calland

After finishing my work in Dubai, I went straight back to LA. I got a report from Elliot that Everly was locking herself in her hotel room for hours. She didn't even bother to eat or to interact with people.

Yesterday, I got all the data about Everly. I have to go through that so I know what to look for. If this is a crime of passion, it has to be someone from the past.

I walked into her suite hotel room and found Elliot and Malik were guarding in the living room. The whole floor was booked for her, and our team protected her as much as possible.

For now, the stalker hasn't been showing himself. I think he's figuring out how to.

"She's in there." Elliot pointed at the room. I could hear her playing her guitar. I walked towards her room and knocked before walking in. She didn't listen to me because she was wearing headphones.

Something was odd about the view that I'm seeing right now. Her eyes were looking straight outside the window, and her right hand was pulling the guitar strings, and her left hand was also on her guitar. When my eyes shifted to her legs, her legs were trembling like she was out in the cold. There are two lines around her ankle, and you won't be able to see it unless you are looking for it. Not to mention, she's already wearing boots when she performs so that no one will see it.

I walked towards her and sat on the edge of her bed. She still didn't realize that I was right in front of her. I followed her eyes, and she was looking up to the sky.

"Everly," I called.

"One... two... three..." She started to count. I took off her headphones, and still, she kept counting. "Dad, I'm going to find you!" She said, and when she turned her head, her eyes found her mind.

"Mr.Calland?" She whispered.

"Let's eat lunch." I didn't want to touch that topic because I needed to open up her past first. I need to know, and I got her permission because she wished her stalker to be gone.

"When did you come here?" She asked as I got up from the edge of the bed.

"Two minutes ago." Fifteen minutes ago.

"You didn't text me."

"Why would I text you?" She stood before me, stopping me from going towards the door.

"You said you would tell me when you're coming to my concert." She crossed her arms before her chest, glaring at me like a kid. "You're my bodyguard! Next time, you should tell me!"

"Lunch," I said, and she turned around, walking out of the room. I followed her, and she sat in the dining room, where food awaited her.

"I kinda miss Mila." She said as she looked at Elliot and Malik. "They're not fun to talk with. Can I have Mila back?"

"No."

"She's your friend's assistant, right?"

"Yes."

"Can I please borrow her for a day?"

"You have Natty, your assistant." She grabbed a piece of bacon.

"I don't trust her anymore." Interesting. "Ever since I got a stalker, I stopped talking to my friends because he threatened to kill my friends once. I was scared that he would hurt people around me, so I only had Natasha, but after hearing what Mila said about Albert, I don't trust her and Albert anymore." She put her bacon down and sighed.

"Elliot can be your friend." I turned to Elliot, who looked at me confused. "He's a good listener."

"I'm not." Elliot shook his head, but I glared, "Yes, I am!"

"He's not." Everly turned to Elliot and Malik.

"I'm not." Elliot avoided my eyes.

"How about your mom?" I asked, and she didn't even bother to look at me when I asked. She grabbed a burger and started munching it.

I sat across from her, gesturing for Elliot and Malik to leave the room. Once alone, Everly put her burger down and wiped her mouth and hands.

"My mom hates me. It's been six years since we last talked. She blamed me for my dad's death. He's the love of her life, and he died after dropping me to my first award show." I didn't say anything. I just listened to her.

"You saw it, didn't you?" She asked, "Natty said I often got into a blank state where I looked up to the sky and called my dad." I nodded.

"What happened to your dad?" I asked.

"It was raining that day, and a car crashed into him."

"Did you find the person who crashed him?"

"Yeah." She nodded, and I decided not to ask more.

"Come here." I pushed my chair back to have some space in front of me. She looked at me skeptically, but she got up from her seat. "Don't make me tell you twice." She walked closer to me.

I grabbed her wrist, pulling her to sit on my lap. I looked at her, taking time to see every inch of her face.

"Is this your first time seeing someone as beautiful as me?" She teased as she pushed her hair back.

"No." Her face fell, and I grinned before pulling her dress straps down. Her body froze when she felt my touch; I pulled her dress down, letting her breasts out.

"But you have nice tits." She slapped my hand and pulled her dress up. She wanted to get up, but I held her down. I pulled up her skirt and saw her already soaking wet.

"And nice pussy." I said as I put her panties to the side, putting two fingers inside her. Her body arched back to the table, and I smirked.

"Looks like you miss my fingers, Little Aster." I put another finger in, and she moaned. She held on to the table behind her and started grinding herself. I put my thumb on her clit, and she cursed under her breath.

"Fuck." She hissed. I pulled her dress straps down with my free hand and started playing with her nipples. She's so close to her climax. She fastened her pace fucking my fingers and whimpered when she felt so close. Her nails dug into the table, and she moaned loudly before coming on my hand.

"Look at you making a mess on my hand and pants." She put her hands on my shoulder, panting.

My phone rang, and I took it out of my pocket to see Ana calling me.

"Who is it?" I put my fingers with her cum into her mouth, shutting her. She sucked it, tasting herself.

"My fiancee."