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She jerks her chin, rolls her eyes, then turns and walks away toward the kitchen. I watch her for a moment, rolling my own eyes before I look down at the menu. I usually try to eat fairly healthy, but right now, I need comfort.
I decide on a combo of pancakes, eggs, bacon, and a bowl of fruit. And when I see the tater tot casserole, I order that, too. Once the waitress leaves my water and takes my order, I dig through my purse and pull out a notebook and pen.
I’m not sure how I’m going to make my decision. Where I’m going, if anywhere. Staring at the blank sheet of paper, I know that a pros and cons list won’t do, mainly because the pro of being totally in love with Hendrick will tip the scales in favor of staying every time.
I’m not sure how long I sit there staring at the paper. My food has come, I’ve eaten it, and all the plates are gone. I even paid the bill, but I can’t seem to make myself get up and walk out of here. The paper is still blank. I’ve made zero decisions.
Then a shadow falls over me.
Slowly, I lift my head as that shadow sinks down on the bench across from me.
“Allison,” a deep voice murmurs.
I blink a couple of times before I lift my gaze from my blank pad of paper and stare at the person across from me. I’m not sure I’ve heard the voice I have. But when I blink, I realize that I really have.
“Henry Hamilton,” I whisper.
Chapter
Six
HENDRICK
We got fucking nothing from searching Allison’s apartment. Not a goddamn thing. What we got was that she’s gone, and she left fucking everything except her clothes behind. What I got was that she doesn’t want to be with me anymore, and that shit pisses me off.
She took away my choice. My decision. When I see her again, I’m going to spank the absolute fuck out of her for this stunt. It’s not an if I see her again either. It’s a fucking when. Because I will find her.
Without a goddamn doubt.
I climb into the car, start the engine, and close my eyes for a moment. Sucking in a breath, I hold it before I let it out in one single whoosh before I reopen my eyes and shift the car into Reverse. I have a lot of fucking work to do.
Work that doesn’t involve the family. Work that will bring my woman back here or at least will show me where the fuck she is so I can bring her back. And I will. She’s coming back, but she’s not going to her place.
She’s mine. Even if it means I have to lock her in my condo for a good long while until she realizes just who the fuck she is and who the fuck she belongs to. She may not end up being my wife, but she will always be my woman.
Making my way home, I don’t even stop for food knowing I don’t have any in the fridge. I can order something if I want it. But when I’m working, food is the last thing on my mind.
Fuck food. Fuck everything. The only thing I am worried about is Allison.
Finding Allison.
Spanking Allison.
Fucking Allison.
I step into my condo, lock the door behind me, and head straight for the kitchen. I forego a glass as I wrench open the freezer and grab a bottle of booze before making my way toward my office.
My setup is completely legit here. I’ve spent thousands of dollars on surveillance equipment. I follow, I watch, and I take in everything. I also hack into systems and watch that way. My brothers are more of the action guys, but me? I like to watch and gather information. Then I like to present that information and watch people get fucking buried in their bullshit.
I power on my system and sink down in my office chair as I open the bottle of booze and take a long sip. Putting in her name, I search her bank again, but there is nothing. Not a single transaction. I leave a code to send me an alert any time her credit cards or bank cards are used anywhere.
Then I start poking around the security cameras in her building. It doesn’t take me long to find her walking out of the building, pulling a rolling suitcase behind her. Leaning forward, I try to see if she’s carrying anything else in her hands, like a second cell phone.
I freeze the images of her. I can see a single tear rolling down her cheek. The light catches it perfectly, and my heart squeezes at the sight, but in the next second, I am filled with rage. Yeah, she did exactly what I thought she did—she fucking ran.
I continue to watch her as she walks down the street, looking behind her, glancing around. She is making sure she isn’t being followed. And while she isn’t, at the same time she is, because I’m going to find her. I’m going to follow her every move, and then I’m going to fucking get her back.
Drinking and searching, drinking and searching. I’m not sure how long it takes me, but I do know that I’m fucking drunk as my vision blurs as I attempt to track her to the shit side of town.
