“Yeah, stalk her yourself. Lazy ass. We have shit to do around here,” he said, grinning.
I grabbed my stuff, heading back out. “You’re right. So congratulations, you’re in charge of this shit show until I’m done.”
“Wait, that is not what I meant.”
I was already on my bike, shoving my helmet on and backing it out. “Don’t care. That’s what I heard.”
“What did you hear?” Evie asked.
“That Aiden’s in charge while I deal with something.” I wasn’t going to explain to her what I was doing yet. Evie had gone through her own trauma with losing everything and everyone besides me. I wouldn’t get her hopes up that I could finally take down Fletcher until I knew for sure I could do it. Right now, I had to figure out more about Regan and see if I could get closer to her.
“Why does he get to be in charge and not me?”
“Because I know what the fuck is going on around here and you don’t. Back to the computer, psycho. We need those files you’re digging around for.”
She glared at him, but I still backed out. Evie could be mad. When it came to her being safe, I didn’t give a shit what shewanted. Aiden knew it and would always make her safety a priority.
I took off, heading towards the Fletcher mansion, but for the first time, I had a reason to go. The wind whipped past me as I raced down the dark streets. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I had a chance. This could finally be what I needed to get the revenge I’d wanted for so long.
Regan Fletcher would be my ticket to bringing down the man who had ruined my life, and I wasn’t going to waste it.
Ten
Rook
Stalking a girl who preferred to lie in bed watching movies, read, and order endless takeout was boring. It had been four days and she had left the house two times.
How could I stalk her if this is all she did? I’m used to stalking. It’s not like this is the first time I’ve done it, but the people I follow are usually up to pretty horrible things. Torture, human trafficking, fucked up fantasies come to life. Even their day-to-day lives reflected it more often than not.
Not Regan, though. The girl did next to nothing.
She left once to go back to the bakery, and once to go to another art exhibit.
By the sixth day, I felt pretty confident her schedule wasn’t going to change anytime soon and the stalking from afar thing wasn’t going to help me anymore. It was Tuesday night now, and she laid back on the couch, watching another old episodes of Dateline. The girl seemed to have an obsession with old true crime shows, and watching them through her windows just wasn’t cutting it for me anymore.
While the entire thing bored me, part of me wished I could be doing this with my night instead. The endless runningaround had me exhausted, and when I wasn’t chasing after her or someone we needed something from, I worked at the shop, running the actual business at Maverick Moto. All the guys helped. It wasn’t like I wasn’t alone in it, but somehow we had grown both our businesses overnight and we were all running ourselves ragged.
Now all I wanted to do was sink into the couch, eat those stupidly good cookies, and watch an episode of Dateline.
I had gone onto Evie’s computer earlier, grabbing Regan’s number and hoping I did a good enough job hiding I had been on it because Evie hated me messing with her stuff.
Now I stood outside Regan’s window, watching as she drew on her tablet. Another episode of some true crime show played in the background. The couch she lay back on seemed to suck her in, and I knew I was seconds from barging through the door to sit there next to her. A few hours to sleep where no one could find me and ask for help with something else. My shoulders fell at the thought of a few hours next to her, watching her shows while I slept.
But instead of sneaking in to sleep on her couch, I pulled out my phone.
Unknown
You can’t seriously be entertained by this. I think we’ve watched this episode already.
Regan
??
Who is this?
Unknown
Put on a better show. Or a movie maybe? Something scary or maybe…Taken?
