Lara Last night was the craziest night of my life but I’m glad that I managed to get everything done. As soon as Dexter went to sleep, I crept out of bed and went into the office. Everything was just as I left it, naturally, and I picked up my phone and snapped pictures of the map. I was scared still. What if he woke up and caught me? What if something went wrong?What if all of this had been for nothing because the marking on the map represented something else?Once I’d packed everything back, I walked out of the office and went into the living room. I opened a window and focused on breathing. The air was cool against my skin and I felt a lot better. I sent the pictures to Ambrose, choosing not to waste any time. Once they were sent, I wasn’t sure of what else to do. I knew I had to go back home. Ander would be waiting for me and it was close to midnight. Dexter hadn’t woken up, so that was a good sign. I had to go home. I made a promise to my son. I crept back into my room to
Lara“Lara?” Finch says. I’m not sure why he sounds so uncertain. It’s probably because ever since I turned thirteen, I refused to keep my hair its natural color. This was the only time in my life where I was a redhead. But enough about that. That’s not what matters. I can’t believe that he’s here. It just doesn’t feel real. I hold onto the railings for support because goddess knows I need it. We stare at each other for the longest time. Although there’s a storm raging behind my eyes, I keep a calm face. My brother takes a step toward me. He seems hesitant and he should be. I’m not even sure why I’m this calm. It’s probably because of everything that’s happened in the past few days. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” he claims. “Yeah?” I ask, my eyebrows shooting up. I can feel my anger brewing inside of me. At any moment, it’ll just spill over the sides and I’ll lose it. “Why is that?”“You’ve been gone for seven years,” he says. “Of course, I’d be looking for you.”I star
Lara Ambrose strokes his chin pensively after I’ve just recounted the whole incident with my brother. I ask him, “What do you think?”“I’ll be honest with you,” he says at last. “I’m not quite sure what to say because firstly, I don’t know him. You do. I can tell you now that it would seem very suspicious for him to approach you with this but I don’t know him at all.”I sigh. He’s right. He can’t give me advice concerning this. I should know his intentions because I’ve known him longer. The problem is that I thought I knew him once. Now, I’m not so sure. I can safely say that I don’t know him at all. So much of what happened to us has changed me. Why would he need me to exact revenge?That’s the part I don’t understand. I worry my bottom lip with my teeth. Goddess, this is all so exhausting. Words can’t even describe how damn exhausted I am. Now I have this to deal with on top of everything else.“If you feel like you have to move out, then do so,” he claims. “You have my leave.”
Dexter It doesn’t matter how many times I tell myself that I won’t go see Red because it’s a foolish and reckless decision. By the end of the day, I decide that I have to see her if only for a moment. I’ve worked with the authorities and so I know that it’s impossible for them to monitor the whole city for me. However, they could be camped outside a place if they think there’s a high likelihood I’ll be there. I feel like the strip club could be one of those places but at the same time, maybe that’s just paranoia. Why would Walter think that I’d be at the strip club all the time?It’s not like he knows about Vanessa. So, I’ve made up my mind. I’ll be going there to see her. I just can’t get enough of her. Fuck, I’ve never felt this way before about anyone. It’s crazy that I’m even willing to risk my life just to see her. It’s getting harder to think of her in that place, though. I really wish she’d quit. The thought of her dancing for other men and getting naked in front of them m
Lara As soon as I heard the security guard tell me that my son was in trouble, I raced outside. I don’t hesitate, not even when I see Dexter kneeling right next to him. Ander catches my eye and runs toward me, his face crumpling as he reaches me. I sink to my knees in front of him, tears racing down my cheeks. My baby. “What happened?” I ask hysterically. “Goddess, what happened, baby?”“Some guys were mean to me,” he answers. I hold him at arm’s length and take note of the blood on his face. I have to clean him up. I have to make sure he’s okay. I put an arm around him and say, “Let’s head upstairs.”We start walking toward the stairs and then I catch a glimpse of Dexter again. His brows are furrowed and he seems completely confused. His lips are set in a thin line. Ander leaves my side and to my absolute shock, walks up to Dexter and hugs his leg. “Thank you for helping me,” he says sweetly. Dexter rubs his head. “You’re welcome, kiddo. It’s alright. You’ll be fine.”Ander re
DexterI’m letting my mind wander and that isn’t fucking good. Lara. Lara. Why is that name coming back to haunt me like this? Why that name? Why would Ander use that name? I close my eyes. I’m reaching. I have to be. First of all, this woman isn’t Victor Taylor’s daughter. I know this. I know because I remember that girl’s face and Vanessa looks nothing like her. Vanessa is a redhead. That woman was blonde. I mean, even trying to compare the two of them is absolutely fucking ridiculous. I’m just exaggerating. Vanessa is breaking down and I don’t know what to do. I’ve never seen her in this state before. She’s absolutely devastated and that despair is starting to seep into my very pores. I squeeze her shoulder and when that isn’t enough, I whirl her around and pull her closer to me. “It’s alright,” I murmur against her hair. The whole time, I’m thinking about Victor Taylor’s daughter. No, it can’t be. This isn’t her. Why would Vanessa even be her?Fuck, I need to get this out of
LaraI’m shaking still and nothing makes me feel better, not even the glass of brandy that I’ve gulped down.Ambrose is standing and his back is facing me. This is my second time in here with a problem even bigger than the last one. He finally says, “Well, it seems you’ve had a series of unfortunate events.”“I have to go this time,” I state. “I can’t stay here anymore. Dexter…I don’t know if he suspects anything. I’m very scared.”“You should be,” he agrees. “It could be that he’s doing all of this so that he can find out if you’re behind all the sabotages.”“Did you find the money?” I ask hopefully. “They’re headed there now, actually,” he tells me. “They decided it would be best to do it at night because they didn’t want to risk being caught or seen. It’s only a matter of time.”I put my hands together and pray. I really hope that they’ll find that money and that Dexter will lose the advantage he has over me. “But did it seem like he believed your lie?”I nod. “It did. If he didn
Dexter I wake up feeling so much pain that I can’t even sit up in bed, much less stand up. I’d heard before that rejections were painful especially when the bond was old. Mine and Ellen’s had been relatively old as we had been together for quite some time. I guess I wouldn’t have felt this way if I hadn’t put in so much effort instead of just lying down, but I couldn’t leave her on the floor of my garage. So, I put her in her car and drove her two blocks away from Walter’s house. It was at a considerable fucking risk and I can’t believe that crazy bitch put me through that. I didn’t end up getting caught, though. I called an Uber and went straight to a hotel and this is where I currently am. I can’t risk going back to my place. Maybe after Walter is dead, I’ll be free. Until then, there’s no fucking way I’ll take a chance, especially now that Ellen and I are officially through. But despite the pain, I feel free. So free in fact that I find myself smiling. I’m now free to mark who