Mad Boys (Blue Ivy Prep, #2)(92)
Jennifer Crosse Security Says Stalker Won’t Leave Her Alone—Despite Restraining Order.
Alleged Crosse Stalker Caught Masturbating on Camera Violating Multiple Legal Orders
Crosse Stalker Arrested and Charged With One Count of Felony Stalking
These all seem related to her mother, but they were all sick—and not the same person. Son of a bitch. The more I read, the more disturbing the picture it painted.
After another check on KC and Jonas, I continued my deeper dive. I did searches on KC, the members of her band and pulled up online blogs, tweets—TikTok’s and threads on discussion boards that ranged from the ridiculous to the terrifying to the obscene.
Threat Management Unit Investigates Alleged Stalking by Disturbed Woman
While the band wasn’t mentioned by name, KC was. Multiple grainy photographs showed a woman appearing all over the Crosse property in Beverly Hills. There were more articles about increasing security in the area, police patrols, and…
I jerked upright at the next page of articles to come up as I followed links deeper and deeper.
Nude photos.
There were nude photos of KC—no, fuck, it was her mother.
Rubbing my eyes, I needed brain bleach to scrub the image away. While she wasn’t actually nude, the string bikini she was wearing was just a suggestion of cloth over her breasts and there was nothing covering her ass.
Yes, her mom was a looker and had done plenty of nude scenes in movies—but yeah, I had zero interest in looking at these…
I was about to click away when a comment caught my eye.
Think the mom is hot? Look at the daughter. Best tits and sweet little ass. Bet she is still a tight fit. What I wouldn’t give to…
It pretty much degenerated into much worse in the comments. The depraved and at times fucking disturbing comments includes threats against each other, and with even more against KC.
The fact there were even deleted comments removed for violating the site’s terms for harassment spoke volumes for the shit they’d left up.
What was wrong with people?
Aubrey hadn’t been kidding about the threats. There were no campus security alerts for it. But those might be kept quieter… then again, the fire set at the dorm was still being investigated as arson. Administration was trying to keep it quiet, but I’d been called in three times to answer questions.
Alleged Teenage Mom Baby Drama for Torched Singer
Hitting the link, I stared at the photo of KC snuggling a baby at a children’s hospital just outside of Los Angeles. The photos were blurred, like they’d been taken through windows and distortion cut into the clarity.
I’d recognize the blue hair anywhere.
The article didn’t go into any depth, just discussed the baby’s age and speculation on date of birth… right around when Mom and Gibs got married.
I sat back in the seat abruptly. Lifting my head, I locked eyes with her. Surprise flickered across her expression as I stared at her. Was that why she hadn’t come to the wedding? There was no such thing as truly private. They’d still been on tour then, maybe. The dates seemed to line up…
But there were a few days missed due to illness. Not always attributed to KC, just illness. Some pregnancies didn’t show—Mom barely did with Jonas. At least until the end…
Summoning a smile for her, I put in a pin in that line of research. It was one little click bait article on a site that just didn’t scream journalistic integrity. At the same time, I scrolled back to the photo.
Blurry and out of focus or not, there was no mistaking the affection on her face as she cradled that baby. The bottoming out of my stomach didn’t help.
Was I fucking disappointed? Or… the reaction made no sense and when I stole a look back at her again, KC wasn’t looking at me, but she did seem to be staring off into the distance. If I had to guess, she was in the zone. I’d seen her do it plenty of times when I was tutoring her.
The laser focus, the ability to immerse herself in the work, and more—the way she processed it. The combination of keen intelligence and creativity captivated me.
Kaitlin Crosse was nothing like I expected. Vulnerable and uncertain one moment, powerful and confident the next. The intense pendulum swing from maturity to playfulness to—such intense melancholy.
Every facet demanded I rethink every fact I’d ever accepted about her. From the day I heard she was coming to the school, I dreaded the inevitable conflict. The reminder that she didn’t want us or Gibs in her life.
But that hadn’t been present…
Well, it hadn’t before the previous spring semester. Was that really on her?
No.
Fuck. Shutting it all down, I leaned back in the seat and drummed my fingers against the desk lightly. Was someone stalking her on campus? Was that what this was? Or was it all some kind of cosmic coincidence?
Prior to her attendance, Jonas, Lachlan, and I rarely if ever discussed her. Outside of wishing she’d forgive Gibs for his sake, for whatever reason she was cutting him out of her life.
When she was younger, it made sense. Her mother probably encouraged it. Mom thought less of Jennifer Crosse than she did her daughter. Mom, who’d been there for Gibs through everything. Where his family couldn’t be bothered, Mom put him first.
Was he flawed?
Yes.
But he tried. He tried for Mom. For me. For Lachlan. For Jonas. He connected with Jonas on a level none of us could.