Perfectly Protected (Addicted To You, Book Three)
Author:Covington, Lucy

“I don’t get a good vibe from him,” Justin said. “Something’s off about that guy.”


“You’ve spent all of five seconds with him.”


“I don’t want you seeing him anymore.”


“You don’t have the right to say that.”


“Yes, I do.”




“Because – ” His phone rang then, and he glanced down at the screen. “Just a second.” He walked a few steps away from me and answered the call.


I couldn’t believe he was taking a phone call when we were in the middle of a conversation. Talk about rude!


“Yeah,” he said. “What? Are you sure?” He listened and his expression darkened with whatever he was hearing. “Okay, I’m going there now.”


He hung up, then turned and looked at me. “I have to go. We’ll talk about this later.” He stared to walk away from me down the street.


My mouth dropped open. “Are you kidding me?” I demanded, chasing after him.


“Are you kidding me? You’re leaving?”


“I have something to take care of.” He wasn’t t looking at me anymore. Instead, he was looking straight ahead, his eyes intense.


“You’re acting crazy,” I said.


“I’m acting crazy? You’re the one chasing me down the street.”


I realized he was right. “Fine,” I said. “Good bye.” I turned around, but he called after me.




I stopped.


He walked back a few steps. “Look, I’m sorry. Something came up. I’ll call you later.”


“What came up?”


He shook his head. “I can’t get into it.”


“Why not?”


“Because it’s… it’s not something I want to expose you to.”


“I want to go with you.”


He looked at me like I really was insane. “No.”




“You can’t.” He shook his head vehemently.


“Justin, please.” The anger was gone from my voice, and now it was shaking just a little bit. “Please, I…I want to know you, I want to know what goes on with you.




He sighed. “Fine,” he said after a moment. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”


And then he turned and started walking down the street, leaving me racing to catch up with him.









I was walking fast, almost too fast for Lindsay to keep up with me.


“Hey,” she said, falling behind. “Will you slow down?”


I slowed down, but just a little. “I’m moving fast because I can’t really waste any time. My friend’s in serious trouble.”


“Well, are you going to tell me what’s going on?”


I checked the time on my phone. Delvin had just called a minute ago, but it would take me at least an hour to get down to the Ames Street Projects, where he’d spotted Gilbert not long ago. There was a well-known drug dealer in that area and an abandoned house where a lot of junkies got high, and sometimes died, too.


“What’s going on is that my drug addict friend is probably using heroin right now.


Like, right this second.” I looked at Lindsay to gauge her reaction to my words. So far, there was nothing in her face that indicated she was spooked.


“Maybe—maybe we should call the police?” she asked finally.


We were still walking fast, but now I slowed down and looked at her. “No cops.


No way. Promise me that you won’t call the police, no matter what you see tonight.”


She stared at me. “You know I can’t promise that, Justin.”


“Then I’m sorry, you need to stay far away from where I’m going.” I started to leave again, but she reached out and grabbed my wrist.


Her hand on my arm was like a shock to the system. Her touch was like nothing I’d ever felt before. It stopped me cold. “I want to be with you, I want to help,” she said softly.


“Listen, Gilbert is an addict. He was just in jail, he’s on parole and if anyone calls the cops, he’s going back to prison. So there’s no option of calling the police. Ever.”


She nodded as if she understood, but I knew there was no way she could ever understand. Still, I had to give her credit for even wanting to try and help. My respect for her had already gone up about a thousand percent.


“I won’t call the police,” she said. “Not unless you’re being hurt or—”


“No,” I said, shaking my head. “No calling for any reason, Lindsay.”


“Okay. Fine.”


I wasn’t sure I could trust her to keep her word, but I accepted her agreement.


“Come on, we’re wasting time standing around talking.” We started walking again.


Finally, we got to the T and a new train pulled up almost immediately.


We sat down in two seats next to each other. The train wasn’t very crowded.


“We’re taking it all the way to the last stop,” I told her. “And the place we’re going isn’t very pleasant. It’s dangerous.”


Lindsay took a deep breath. “Are you afraid?”


I smiled. “No. I don’t get afraid. I mostly just get angry.”


“Well, I am afraid. But I’m not going to let my fear stop me.”


We looked one another in the eyes, then. For the first time, I saw not just how beautiful and innocent Lindsay was, but how strong. Her eyes didn’t waver. And it occurred to me that she was just as determined in her own way, as I was in mine.