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PAXTON
WHEN I FIND out what sick fucker is leaving notes and flowers on Gabriella’s doorstep, I’m going to cut off his goddamned testicles and make him wear them as a necklace. If she said it wasn’t her ex I had to believe her, but dammit to hell, I wanted to find out who it was.
Gabriella was in her room packing so I stayed in her living room to make a phone call. Surely, Mason would know what to do.
“Hello?” he answered.
“Mason, it’s Paxton. Do you have a few minutes?”
“Yeah, what’s up?”
Over on Gabriella’s kitchen counter, all three letters stared ominously at me. It took all I had not to rip them the f**k up and burn them. “I have a problem, or actually Gabby does. Someone’s been sending her black roses with notes on them. And they aren’t exactly love letters.”
“You’ve got t
