♛Cameron Dawson♛

I sneak a glance at Harley beside me who silently, but contently, watches the dark world whirl by. My one hand is wrapped around the steering wheel while the other rests on the gearstick where I can feel the warmth of her leg radiating on it.

I think back to tonight and how amazing it turned out. In the beginning, Harley was a little despondent since she was taking a while to catch on however, she eventually did and from there on it was a ball. She isn't half bad at dancing and I loved teaching her something I used to do in the streets back in Colombia. There is no doubt that she still has a lot to learn when it comes to the dancing but the fact that she enjoyed it and even attempted it was what made her good at it. The Paso Doble requires anger and passion to fuel the dance- like a bull going after the red cape- and I definitely felt the electricity between Harley and I.

However, besides the success of our dancing, I'm so fucking happy that I can officially call her my novia.

A smile slips onto my face.

I like that title.

When we stop in front of her front door, she turns to face me with a wide grin on her face.

Harley is definitely breathtaking and I'm so lucky that I'm with her.

"Thank you for an amazing date. I loved every second of it." She says, her voice sincere and I feel slightly relieved. It would've being a bummer if she didn't like it.

"Thank you for coming." I respond and she laughs lightly, rolling her eyes.

"You didn't really give me much of an option,"

I chuckle with her before sobering up and watching her intently as her innocent eyes stare up at me. I lean forward and place a kiss on her cheek.

"Buenas noches preciosa." I say and pull back.

"Good night Cameron."

I turn on my heel and walk back down the hallway and into the elevator, my last view of her being the way she opens her front door with a small smile playing on her lips. I exit her building and back into the now slightly chilly breeze of Oregon before climbing back into my car and heading home.

I glance at my watch when I arrive home and see that it reads one thirty in the morning before I fish my keys out and unlock my door. I shake my head to myself as I walk into the room, thinking about how time flies when I'm with Harley, when I freeze.

I breath the air in again before noticing an unfamiliar cologne in the air. The air smells minty- something unusual.

Someone was here. And may still be.

I feel my guard build up, preparing myself for the worst in case I need to attack as I casually place my car keys on the counter. I round the kitchen island and feel for the familiar smooth object in the one corner under the table before unhooking it and bringing it up to my face with my arm outstretched.

The feeling of the gun is familiar, but makes a shiver run down my spine nonetheless. I don't want to use this deadly tool but if I have to in order to protect myself, then so be it. I know how to use it effectively, considering I had one on me at all times since I was young, so I know I'm safer than I was before. The truth is; the gun isn't what's dangerous, it's who is behind it that is because they're the one who pulls the trigger.

I quietly walk around the apartment, my gun up so that I'm ready to shoot if needed and I check all the rooms. When I'm certain that nobody is in my house, I lower my gun with a sigh. I check my sliding door before observing the kitchen door. Neither of them are damaged, proving that the criminal knew how to get in quietly and carefully.

I run a hand through my hair, switching on the kettle, knowing that sleep probably won't be coming too easily tonight.

****

The following morning, after I've finished a good boxing session and had a hot shower, I'm stalking into the police station and to Frank's office where he's sat behind his desk with his head in his hands.

I knock on his door and he jumps slightly before his face relaxes into a smile at realizing it's me. "Cameron." He greets "Come in."

I walk in and close the door behind me, taking a seat on a chair. Frank clasps his hands together and rests them on the table before raising an eyebrow at me.

"What's wrong?" He asks and I rub at my eyes.

"Someone was in my apartment last night."

Even though the person, fortunately, didn't break, damage or take anything, it's still a need for concern because I know I have a lot of people who wouldn't mind having a taste of my blood. I don't have a clean History and I definitely know there's people out there who would love to take revenge for what me or my father have done and I cannot risk that. That's what this situation might really be.

"What do you mean?" Frank asks with a frown.

"When I got home this morning, I realized someone got in." I explain, resting my elbows on my knees. His eyes widen before he purses his lips.

"Are you sure?" Frank asks and I scoff, leaning back in my seat.

"Of course I'm sure Frank. I can't afford not to be." I almost snap, the lack of sleep making me cranky.

"Did they take anything? Damage or break any items?" He asks, jotting it down and I shake my head.

"No. It's like they came in to scope my apartment."

Frank nods in thought, chewing on his pen in thought.

"And Harley has recently being stalked. Someone also put a doll in her car that looked exactly like her the other day. Her car wasn't damaged either." I feel the need to bring up as well, the thought of the doll creeping me out.

"A stalker and a doll?" Frank asks and I nod, fishing out my phone before showing him the picture. He frowns at it before handing it back to me.

"Do you think it's the same person?" I ask shakily and Frank scrunches his nose in thought.

"Chances are? No. But I'm not going to shrug off the idea nor am I going to shrug off this whole event however, there's not much I can do with so little evidence. I'll keep an eye out and let you know if I hear of anything similar. Just keep your eyes open and your mind awake, Cameron. You've got enemies in every corner." Frank tells me, his voice firm and I let out a sigh before nodding.

I run a hand through my hair while knowing I need to relax and breathe. I can't afford for someone to be messing around with me now, not when things are working out and I'm finally settling down. I'm about to get up to leave when Frank speaks up.

"So... you and Harley?" He inquires curiously and I frown, not really wanting to discuss this right now.

"What about us?"

"You two together?" He suggests, his eyes staring at me in amusement. I nod, a small smile gracing my lips.

"Yeah."

He nods. "I like her. She's a nice girl."

I chuckle, knowing full well that that's true. I briefly glance up to Frank, remembering something I've needed to ask him. "You mentioned something about Carla to her the other day at the grocery store." I start and he frowns at me before I continue "What makes you think I told her about what happened in Colombia? Don't you think it would he better if you didn't say anything about the past to anyone?"

And it's true. Frank telling Harley about Carla was a huge risk and I have no idea why he took it. Harley could've blown things out of proportion if she was any other person. Frank purses his lips, closing the cap of his pen.

"The complement was genuine so it just came out naturally. I'm sorry if I worried you or caused any issues, I'll be more careful next time." He apologizes and I nod, not mad at him. Frank narrows his eyes at me. "But did you tell her?"

I lick my dry lips. "Yeah I did."

He smiles softly, opening a file on his desk. "She's a sweet girl to still be hanging around after everything. Treat her well Cameron."

I nod immediately, fully agreeing with his words before I push myself off of the chair. "I'll be heading out but thanks Frank. I appreciate it."

He gives me a small smile, nodding his head in the process. "Just doing my job Cameron. I'll see you around, stay out of trouble."

It amuses me when he says that: 'stay out of trouble'. It makes it seem like I go looking for it. If anything, it comes looking for me. However, I just simply smile and nod.

"Will do."

I leave the tall beige building that's surrounded with black and white cop cars shortly after and climb into my car to go fetch Harley. I know that I can trust Frank and that he's got the situation covered however, I can't help but worry that maybe someone knows who I am and is only after Harley because of me.

I won't be able to live with myself if Harley gets hurt because of that.

When I knock on her door, my head is aching from thinking so hard and Audrey opens it a little too enthusiastically for me. Her brown eyes light up in mischief when she sees me and a smirk spreads across her face.

"Are you going to lecture me about dating Harley now?" I ask, knowing that she knows about Harley and I. She rolls her eyes.

"Just remember no glove, no love, alright? I don't want mini Harley's- or you for that matter- running around here." She waggles her index finger at me in a sassy manner and I chuckle.

"Gee, Audrey. Thank you for being so supportive of my relationship with Harley." I respond sarcastically and she mocks hurt.

"I am! Now my insinuations can finally be true." She smiles smugly. "Plus, I've being digging you guys from the beginning."

I smile lightly at her just as Harley comes bouncing to the door. She narrows her eyes at Audrey and I. "Do I even want to know what you guys were talking about?" She asks and I let out a breath of a laugh.

"I was just reminding Cameron about what I told you...no glove-"

"Goodbye Audrey!" Harley cuts her friend off by closing the door on her and I laugh at her reaction. She pouts up at me and crosses her arms over her chest.

"Don't laugh at me. You have no idea how many times she's told me that since I got back from our date."

I shake my head with a smile, the both of us walking out of the building and into my car. When I'm seated in my car and on the road to the track for my race, I let my mind swamp with worries again.

Maybe I'm being paranoid and thinking too far but if the person who broke into my apartment was just coming to scope it out, they obviously have ulterior motives. That means that the chance of them coming back is high, and this time they'll take what they want and do what they'd like.

"You okay?" Harley's voice snaps me out of my thoughts and I look to her with a nod.

"Yeah."

She gives me a disbelieving look. "What's on your mind?" She asks and I purse my lips. Harley has already being experiencing suspicious and strange behavior, I'm not sure I want to make her worry even more with the fact that someone was in my home this morning. Harley has lived her whole life in fear, I'd be damned to make her feel like that again. However, I also think it would be good for her to know- she already knows so much.

"Someone was in my apartment when I got home this morning." I explain gingerly, glancing at her briefly to gauge her reaction.

"What do you mean?" She asks. "Someone broke in?"

I nod. "Yeah, but they didn't touch anything."

When I look at her again, I see her lips pursed and her eyes focused on her hands in her laps. "Did you tell Frank?"

I nod. "And I also told him about what's being happening with you."

Her eyes snap to mine. "And?"

"And he said he'll keep an eye out." I respond, having faith in Frank. I know what he's capable of. After all, he is the one who helped me leave Colombia while putting my parents behind bars. He definitely knows how to do his job properly.

"Okay. Just be careful please." She says and I give her a small smile.

"I will."

Soon enough we pull up to the track and I park my car inside, everyone moving out of the way. Harley and I both climb out before closing the doors and I round my car to her side. However, I don't miss the stares cast our way. I've never brought someone with me to the track, much less a girl, so it's no wonder everybody is curious to who Harley is due to her coming with me frequently.

Although my race doesn't start in a while, I wanted do come over and check out the recent Camaro's engine to make sure everything is up to par. I also want to check the tires and everything else so I can get them fixed up before I send it in for a new paint job.

I guide Harley by the small of her back to my garage and greet Bob- the security guard who watches over my garage- before opening the door and disabling the alarm. The smell of leather and petrol is thick in the air and I head over to the Camaro, lifting the hood up and clipping it to stay like that before peeling my jacket off and placing it inside the car. Harley leans over the hood and gazes at the engine in awe.

I immediately start getting my hands dirty- checking my tap-ids, fan belt, water, petrol gauges and everything else.

Whenever I win a car, I always do this to make sure what I must repair. Then, I send it to a friend of mine who fixes it up, puts new tires on and repaints it if I've requested that. Most of the time, if there's ever a problem with the engine, I'll fix it myself instead of asking him to do that but if I know that it'll take up a lot of time then he does it for me.

"It looks like it's in great condition." Harley comments besides me and I nod.

"It is. I just want to wipe the engine down." I snicker, wiping a finger across the dusty part. I wipe my hands on a spare cloth before turning to Harley. "I'm just going to wet this. I'll be back in a second."

She nods absentmindedly at me, gazing at the car in awe and I walk away with a soft chuckle before heading to a tap near another garage. I rinse the cloth to make it slightly damp, thinking about how fortunate I am to have found a girl who loves cars. Considering how much I love them, it would have being tough if Harley detested them.

I can't picture Harley ever disliking cars.

I smile happily to myself as I stalk back to the garage however, my smile completely drops and I feel anger build up inside of me when I see Harley being pushed up against the car by Ryan.

And suddenly, all I see is red.

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Please don't forget to do the most <3
I hope you all enjoyed this chapter. It wasn't very eventful but in every chapter, there's always hints lying around as to what is really going on... so let me know your theories?
Like I said in the previous chapter, I will be taking a quick break from updating G&R and will be returning in the next two or three weeks. I know it's a bummer, considering that this chapter ends of on a bit of a cliffhanger but I hope you won't all grow inpatient and remove this book from your library.
I am currently writing exams and the weekend straight after I'm done, I have an event for modeling so writing is on a bit of a low since all my time is being pushed into studying and preparing for this event.
Anyway, love you all and can't wait to kick things back up again. If you too are writing exams, good luck! You're gonna kill it! ;)

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