Stacy’s POV
I jumped in bed, awoken by what seemed to be a shriek coming from Erin’s bedroom. Frantically, I glanced at the tiny digital clock that I kept by my bedside along with a tall glass of water and an empty mug of my chamomile tea.
The time is fifteen minutes past one. In the f*cking morning. Whatever the cause of that shriek, I was ready to shred them to pieces. I ran to Erin’s bedroom, adrenaline pumping and battle ready. No one can attack us in our own home. That would be the attacker’s biggest and final mistake.
Barging into the door, I found Erin and Erma in her bed, with grins on their faces and a man, in a black suit. His back was towards me and it looked like he was modeling for the two women who looked like they were enjoying every bit of it.
I relaxed seeing that I
