Blake, Abby - Emma's Education [Viper's Dungeon 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Abby Blake Read Free Book Online

because he was doing a very good job of distracting Emma in the backseat. No wonder he’d insisted that Logan drive.
    “Emma,” Logan said quietly as the couple finally came up for air. “How much do you know about your ex?”
    She sounded breathless as she answered. “We dated for about two months. He seemed nice enough…well, until last night. And you saw how that ended.”
    “Emma, I really wish I could shield you from this, but Greg Michaels has a long history of harassment and stalking.”
    “Michaels? No his name is Greg Marsden. You must have him mixed up with someone else. The guy’s a self-centered jerk, but I doubt he’s a stalker.” Jace gave Logan a look that said he wanted the full story, not just the minimal information he was going to give Emma.
    “I’m sorry, Emma, but I’m fairly sure we’ve got the right guy.”
    “What makes you so certain?” Her voice was just a little bit wobbly, but she seemed more angry than frightened.
    “He’s written something on your front door overnight.”
    “What!” Emma tried to scramble out of the car, but Jace pulled her back into his arms. “What the hell? On my front door? Oh for fuck’s sake! Just tell me.”
    “Emma,” Jace said quietly as he ran his hand through her hair in a soothing and hypnotic motion. “It doesn’t matter what he wrote. It’s not true. Logan is going to take you to breakfast while I get the mess cleaned up.”

    * * * *

    Emma really wanted to let them protect her—she really did—but the independent woman inside who had been taking care of herself for many, many years rebelled at the thought of hiding from life. Good, bad, and the ugly all made up life’s experiences, and she was damned if she’d let some coward with a spray can change the way she lived.
    “Logan, Jace, I really appreciate that you want to protect me, but I need to know. If I cower away, then he wins.”
    Logan nodded and even managed to grin, but Jace looked disappointed. In the end, they both nodded and helped her out of the car. Thank goodness they’d located her jeans and shirt in the club lockers. Turning up home with two men and wearing that black dress certainly would’ve given her neighbors something to gossip about. Fortunately, it was still early on a Saturday morning, so hopefully none of her neighbors had seen whatever graffiti Greg had written.
    The word “whore” scrawled in red paint that dribbled down the door like blood was pretty confronting, and Emma sent a small prayer of thanks that she wasn’t alone to deal with it. She might refuse to hide, but she wasn’t going to refuse friendly support either.
    Emma briefly wondered if it was too early to wake Mrs. Peterson to get her spare key when it finally occurred to her that her psychotic ex-boyfriend had the other set.
    “He has my keys,” she blurted out before she could rein in the fear.
    “It’s okay, little one. We’ll get the spare set, and I’ll check through the apartment before we do anything else.”
    “Shouldn’t we call the police?”
    “Who needs the police,” Jace said with a big grin, “when we have our very own Navy SEAL.”
    “Really?” Well, that certainly explained the muscles. “Um, okay, I guess.”
    Logan grinned and gave her a quick squeeze. “Who has your spare keys?”
    After retrieving her spare house keys from a grumpy Mrs. Peterson, Emma stood on the porch and waited with Jace while Logan made certain Greg wasn’t lurking inside her house.
    Logan must’ve checked every cupboard, nook, and cranny in the place, but eventually he stepped back onto the porch with a grim expression on his face.
    “The place is empty,” he said with a growl that belied that as good news. “But he vandalized your bedroom.”
    Emma felt her cheeks heat with embarrassment. She’d been in a hurry yesterday, so it was quite possible the unmade bed and pile of unironed clothes would make the room look like it had been vandalized.
    “Um,” she said, unsure how