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I couldn’t let her know how deep my obsession ran. It was an incurable sickness spreading through my bones.
I’d allowed Alex Norway live for years, letting him think he was safe, setting him up to be her second kill.
Her first was the man she fought off and took the knife from. I watched from a distance as she dug the blade into him, like she was carving up a turkey. No one came running to investigate his screams and pleas—not in this neighborhood.
By the time Elias and I approached him, his intestines were spilling out onto the pavement and he’d lost control of his bowels. I put a bullet in the fucker’s skull and then took him to my gators.
He was someone no one would ever miss, a street fiend from the ghetto that went after the wrong girl.
I couldn’t fault her leaving him behind the way she did; most people didn’t have multiple places they could dispose of dead bodies.
She was wise enough not to go to the police. Her scar looked the way it did from her stitching it up herself.
Elena may not have grown up in Vice City, but she had impeccable street smarts from being forced to live in the worst parts of an inner city.
“Alex…he’s the guy you had me burn with a blow torch and then dunk in acid?” Her brows rose and a slight smile graced her pretty face.
“I told you there was a reason for everything I did,” I smirked, slightly caught off guard when she launched herself into my arms.
“Thank you,” she mumbled against my chest.
“You don’t have to thank me, anjo. Just be yourself from now on and understand I never do anything with the intent to hurt your heart.”
She squeezed me tighter, causing me to sigh. I ran a hand through her hair in a soothing motion. She fit perfectly against me; the woman had become part of me.
Her body was supple and soft, but her sweet tortured soul was made of cast iron.
She hadn’t broken once, never even brought up wanting to fold. Any doubts I had about what came next diminished with every pull of her cherry blossom scent that filtered into my corrupted lungs.
“There’s someone at the stables who would be more than happy to explain this surveillance video to you,” I casually mentioned after a few moments of silence.
She lifted her head and stepped back just enough to see my face.
“Then we need to go to the stables.”
Chapter Eleven
I was ready to go inside this time.
Honestly, that was pretty much all I was ready for. My head was spinning with so many goddamn questions I wanted to throw up. Not even the smell of sea salt was making me feel better.
The sun now sat high in the sky, drying up all evidence of the previous day’s rain, reminding me I hadn’t checked in with my friends, which made me feel like shit.
“I need to get hold of Peyton and Melody before they freak out.”
Instead of verbally responding, Mateo lifted his cell from his inner pocket, controlling the UTV tram with one hand.
“Here,” he said after unlocking the screen, offering it to me.
“Uh, thanks,” I mumbled, quickly dialing Peyton’s number. When he didn’t answer, I tried Melody. No response from her either.
“They’re not picking up,” I said, more to myself than Mateo, shooting them each the same text that said I was okay.
“I’ll send someone to do a well-check.”
“You’d do that?” I internally cringed at how surprised I sounded.
“They’re important to you, which in turn makes them important to me,” he replied after a minute.
