Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 311

hapter 311-

My morning started with a text that made my bland run cold

you heard about Emma? She was attacked last night after leaving the bar.

at my phone, fingers hovering over the screen, my heartbeat hammering in my ears. Despite our antagonistic relationship, a hill ran down my

woman deserved that, not even Emma.

Shit, I muttered, running my fingers through my hair. My mind raced, trying to process this information.

What confused me most was the timing. Drake had specifically told me Taylor was escorting her home. So how the heft had this happened? I quickly pulled up Taylor’s contact and fired off a message, my fingers trembling slightly,

What happened with Emma last night? I thought you

His response came almost immediately, but

oposed to take her home.

Emma’s in trouble.

“God damn it, Taylor,‘ I hissed at m

response was unlike him and onl

The phone rang again. U

“Hello, this

“Ms.

g

with anxiety. Taylor was usually direct and efficient in his communications. This vague sed my eyes and took several deep breaths, trying to calm the anxiety building in my chest.

essionally, despite the tremor in my voice.

District Police Department. Do you know an Emma Watson?”

age of my desk until my knuckles turned white. “Yes. Is everything okay?”

station after your work hours today. We have some questions regarding Ms. Watson.”

th suddenly dry. “May I ask what this is about?”

when you arrive,” he said before hanging up.

dropping my phone onto my desk. My hands were shaking now, and a cold sweat broke out across my forehead.

station smelled of industrial cleaner and stale

palms were sweaty despite the chill in

in a hard plastic chair, my foot tapping an anxious rhythm against the linoleum

my skirt.

le?” A stern–faced officer app

t to an office.

ape of the

oor. My heart hammered against my ribs as I sat

hand, trying to moisten my patched threat

“Just know?” ffox eyebrow saised skeptically. Because we have reports of a fronted public alteration terrenys tan westerday morning and her accusing you at trying to steal the boyfend?

I felt heat rush to my face, and my teeth clenched involuntarily. That was a misunderstanding Emma wat

Drake who told her to leave Moonlight Lounge last night, after which she was attacked?

Sere,” I said carefully, my fingernails digging into my palms under the table. I had dinner with Mr. Stow but we parted way

Morgan slid several photos across the

ty camera stills. Do you recognize these men?

I studied the grainy images of two men must have betrayed me because I felt

1. et. Something about them seemed vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t place them. By expr

“You do recognize them,” Morgan

‘I’m not sure.” I answered by

lightly. “They look somewhat familiar, but I can’t place them.

He slid another photo

“Care to explain

“They w

th caught. It was me, standing on the sidewalk, talking to those same two men.

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the memory clicking into place. I sat up straighter, my spine rigid. “Near the light rail station yesterday aft

ere seen following Emma from the bar last night.”

What are you implying?” My voice came out sharper than I intended.

le, Morgan leaned forward. “You had a public fight with Emma. Hours later, you’re seen speaking with two men who later e since fled the city.”

ted, my voice rising as I slammed my palm on the table. “They asked me for directions. There were other people around who saw-

e how the cameras didn’t catch anyone else helping them.”

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