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“The house I grew up in…Dad’s house. Did mom ever sell it?” I get to the point, my heart pounding in my chest.
“She never sold it per se. The bank foreclosed on it ages ago but then left it to rot. I believe it’s still sitting there like an eye sore.” Elation fills me and I bounce in place.
“Thank you, Nana. Love you!”
“Love you too, Bel-”
I hang up before she’s even finished saying my name, anticipation driving my movements, not allowing me to settle.
“Alan. Normally, at this point, I’d do something dumb like run off to go try and catch him myself. But I’m starting to think that might not be my best course of action here. This guy is watching my every move, so I could very well be walking right into a trap.” Nic curses, but stops himself from saying anything or intervening, trusting me to take charge on this. “He has my mom. And…I’m pretty sure I know where he took her.”
This could be it, this could be the only chance we have at beating him at his own game. It’s either that, or delay and let my mom face her end alone, while I wait for someone else in my life to slight me or try to harm me.
Or wait for the stalker to get impatient at not having me.
“Are you going to fill us in, or do you expect us to just go along with this blindly? No pun intended,” Alan questions, his voice decidedly calm.
“I’ll tell you on the way, just…trust me. I think I’m starting to get a peek at how he works.” I beg him to understand. To have faith. To give it tome.
“Let’s go. Ezra, Kai?” Nic interjects. Surprise drops my mouth open as he grabs my hand and starts carting me off.
“Roger.” Ezra joins us, the jangling of his keys being pulled from his pocket sound out as his long strides catch up to where Nic is already rushing me away.
“Hey! Don’t leave without me!” Kai whines dramatically as he runs to catch up, the pitter pattering of Gizmo and Snitch’s claws on the pavement right behind him.
Alan releases a frustrated bellow before I hear him run to us as well. “I’ll follow you in my car, just go!”
Ezra swoops me out of Nic’s grip before depositing me in the passenger seat and running to his side and hopping in. He waits until all four doors close on our little group before starting the engine and tearing off down the road.
This is it. This is our break.
22
NICOLÁS DE LEÓN
“Left on Meadow Avenue, then right on Oak. The house will be on your right about halfway down the block.” Izabella’s smokey voice is unyielding and stony, her focus completely on the task at hand, causing my cock to throb in my slacks. She’s got a deeper voice than most women, naturally seductive without even trying. Until she’s laughing or embarrassed, then she squeaks like a little mouse.
Her sharp jaw is clenching and unclenching as she squeezes her cane tightly in her lap. Her small, freckle splattered nose scrunches up in that way she does when she’s thinking hard or when she’s revving up to yell at me.
She’s adorable.
So delicate, so delectable.
It’s no wonder she draws the attention of everyone around her. She’s a tiny, sexy little thing; small waist, wide hips, and thick thighs. She’s an enigma. One half of her radiates pure sex and the other preserves an addictive innocence that demands your protection and devotion.
That is…until she opens her mouth.
Then it’s just fire and fierceness, a force to be reckoned with, a storm you have no choice but to weather.
My hand twitches in my lap as I recall all the times she stood up to me. Insulted me. Yelled at me. I don’t know if it’s because I want to strangle her, spank her, or spear her with my cock.
Probably all three.
“Is this it?” The truck slows as Kai voices the question.
The motherfucker’s just a bit oblivious at times. That, or he just pretends to be. I haven’t quite figured it out. His angular features are relaxed and open, putting off an air of not really giving a fuck, but his eyes tell a different story, a deeper one.
“I think it’s up ahead. I didn’t want to get too close and risk alerting him,” Ezra states, pulling his gun out and checking the chamber, grabbing an extra mag from his glove box by Izabella’s knees. I don’t miss the way his hand brushes over her thigh as he does so, or the way his gray gaze keeps flicking back to her as if to make sure she’s still there.
