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8

I know it's late at night, but I've been thinking about the guys all day.

With Mitch and his new life with his boyfriend and Scott with his concern for the safety of his kids.

I just want them to be safe in case shit hits the fan tomorrow in Kirstie's parole hearing.

"Hello?" Scott says from the other end of the phone.

"Hey. Sorry it's late, but I've been thinking about the concerns you and Mitch both have in regards to your new lives. And I have a safe plan in case things go south tomorrow during the hearing." I explain.

"That's great." Scott says yawning.

"I'll let you get to bed. Can you and Mitch meet me at my hotel again in the morning?" I ask.

Scott agrees, bids his goodnights and hangs up the phone.

As I hang up with Scott, I notice my phone is going to die soon so I walk downstairs to the parking lot to get my extra chord from my car.

When I walk up to the car to unlock it, I feel something shoved into my back and it's cold.

"If you're as smart as you say you are, you won't come to the hearing tomorrow and give your testimony!" The man says.

I just stand there trying not to make any moves that will upset this man.

"And what if your threats don't scare me?" I ask.

The man spins me around and hold a gun up to my head and presses it against my temple.

I can't see his entire face just his eyes.

It feels like he's looking through my soul with such rage in his eyes to the point they look bright red.

"I don't scare you? Hmm...maybe we'll have to get our special forces on you."

The man chuckles and lowers his gun from my head.

"Don't show up tomorrow or you'll regret it."

And with that, the man ran off into the night.

This seems like Kirstie trying to stop me from the inside and it's not going to work out in her favor.

If she's expecting a fight, she's going to get a fight.