"Girl, I will come in if you don't get your ass up. It's Sally, and she said it's urgent."

I shoot upright. I stand and rush out, gripping the phone from Chief's hands.

"Sal?"

"I don't have good news. Jeremy came in this morning; he dropped the case which at first was a good thing. He said he couldn't be bothered, and it was a waste of his time and money..."

"Well that's good right?"

"He then said, it would be easier to sort out himself."

My blood runs cold. "What do you mean?"

"He is dangerous Vi, I have called the police, but they can't locate him. He had this sick smile on his face; I think you are in serious danger."

"Ok," I whisper, "I will deal with it."

"Please get some protection. Don't worry about work next week, just stay safe."

"Thank you Sally."

"Take care."

I hang up and look over at Chief, who is giving me a 'come on spill' look.

"Jeremy dropped the case."

"Well that's good."

"He said he is dropping it because it is a waste of his money, and it will be easier to sort out himself."

His face drops.

"Sally called the police, but she thinks I am in danger."

"I am going to call the club, get them around here. Violet you stay here, no arguments. I want you under my watch, and the clubs watch."

"Yes daddy."

He turns and pulls out his phone, dialling. I turn and see Trav standing at the door.

"Hey, what's happening?"

"Nothing, I am going for a shower."

He narrows his eyes at me. "You got out of bed last night."

"I was tired."

"Mischief what's wrong?"

"Nothing Travis." I snap.

"What did I do?"

I turn and walk into the bathroom, slamming the door. Travis is in behind me a few minutes later.

"What the hell is wrong with you?"

I spin around. "Who is Amber?"

He freezes. "What?"

"Answer me, who the fuck is Amber?"

Did he just swallow?

"No idea."

"Don't you fucking lie to me," I scream. "You said her name twice last night."

"I don't know."

"You liar!"

"Look, I can't talk about this right now."

"Is it your lover?"

"No, I swear to god she is not another woman. I swear on my life."

His eyes are telling the truth. "Then who Travis?"

"I can't talk about this now, I will...I swear."

"Can you get out?"

"Mischief."

I stare at him as I am shutting the door in his face.

"Don't break my heart Trav; we can't come back from that."

I shower and ponder everything he said. He knows who Amber is, but he swears it isn't another woman. So maybe he is telling the truth. I wonder who she is then? A friend maybe? I dress and walk into his room, to find him strumming away on his guitar. I sit down beside him, going back to when he taught me how to play. I was thirteen.

"No Mischief, you aren't listening. You need to put that hand on the other side..." He yells, frustrated.

"Well, it doesn't feel right."

"It never does at first!"

"I think you are teaching me wrong."

"No I am not, you aren't listening."

"I am so Travis."

"No you ain't!"

"Whatever." I cry, throwing it on the ground.

"Sit down girl."

"No!"

"Sit down."

He yanks me by my arm and pulls me between his legs, so he is behind me. He reaches around and takes my fingers, putting them on the strings. His hands cover mine, and I can feel his body pressed against my back. He moves his fingers, forcing mine to go with them.

"It has to be flowing; just let your fingers go, feel the music. Don't think about it Mischief, just do it."

He moves out fingers over the strings and then after a moment he moves them off, and I am playing on my own.

"Travis, I am doing it!" I cry.

"Well done, I am so proud of you."

"I remember when you taught me to play." I say.

Trav spins around and looks over at me.

"Yeah me too."

"I'm sorry Trav; I shouldn't have reacted that way."

"No, I would have done the same."

"I just don't want secrets."

"I know, just give me some time ok; I will tell you everything."

I take his face in my hands and kiss his lips softly. "Ok."

"Come on, we better go and talk with Chief about this case."

"Ok."

We spend the afternoon going over our plan and how we are going to deal with it. Chief decides it's best to keep me here and to keep me guarded at all times. They would keep a watch in the area to make sure that if he came looking, they would find him. I feel mildly comforted by this, and pray that they get him before he gets me.

"Vi, are you hungry?"

I turn to stare at Trav, who hasn't left my side.

"No thanks."

"You need to eat baby."

"I will soon. Trav, do you think he will get to me?"

"We ain't going to let him get anywhere near you."

"Trav?"

"Hmmmm?"

"I am glad you came back, into my life..."

"Me too."

He sits beside me on the couch and takes my face in his hands.

"I would never do anything to..."

His phone rings. He stares down at it and his face screws up.

"I gotta take this."

I nod and watch him walk out. He seemed awfully tense by that phone call. I pull out my own phone and text Reagan.

I am in lock down x Oh no, why?

Jeremy dropped the case and decided he was going to come after me on his own.

Violet! Are you in danger?

I have Chief's crew looking out for me. What are you doing?

I am hanging with Harley.

Oh la la, do spill.

It's nothing, we are just friends...

Meow.

Violet!

Come and see me later, I am going to go crazy in this lockdown.