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“Good girl. Now keep walking,” I said.
“But, Claudia, I don’t understand,” Mr. Ryan shouted.
“Ignore him.”
We took the elevator down to the lobby and I led her out the door and put her in my car. Grabbing the handcuffs I brought, I cuffed both her hands to the inside of the car, buckled her in and climbed in on the other side.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked with a panicked voice.
“To your place so you can quickly pack your things.” I reached into my purse and pulled out an airline ticket. “See this. This is a one-way ticket back to Boston. You will never come back to Los Angeles again. Understand me? What’s your address?”
She rattled it off, and I punched it into the GPS. My phone was blowing up with text messages from Grayson. I sighed as I turned it off.
“Did Grayson put you up to this?” Claudia asked.
“No. He knows nothing about it. See, here’s the thing, Claudia. You have issues, and you need help. Stalking Grayson and threatening his girlfriend was not a smart move. We don’t take kindly to threats.”
“I promise not to bother him anymore. Please, just let me go. I swear I’ll stay away.”
“You’re right. You will stay away because you’ll be back in Boston where you belong. Which apartment is yours?” I asked as I pulled into a parking spot.
“The last one on the right.”
I uncuffed her, took out my knife as I helped her from the car, and held on tightly to her.
“Pack quickly. Your flight leaves in three hours,” I said when we entered her apartment.
I stayed in the bedroom with her the entire time while she packed, waving my knife back and forth.
“You’re a sad woman, Claudia Moore.”
“Just shut up!” she shouted.
Her phone was pinging, so I grabbed it, threw it on the floor, and smashed it with my boot.
“What the hell, lady?!”
“You can get a new one when you get to Boston. One that doesn’t have Grayson’s number stored in it.” I smiled.
She packed her suitcase, and we headed to my car. After handcuffing her again, I threw the suitcase in the back of the car.
“You’re the one who’s a psycho bitch!” she yelled.
“I’ve been called worse.”
“My movers are supposed to bring all of my things from Boston tomorrow,” she said.
“Then I guess you better call them when you get to Boston and tell them to turn around.”
We reached the airport, and I threw the car in park. Climbing out, I grabbed her suitcase, uncuffed her, and took hold of her arm while we walked inside the airport. After checking her suitcase, I led her to security.
“It’s been a pleasure, Claudia. See that man standing on the other side of security?” I pointed, and he waved at us. “His name is Leo, and he’s going to walk you to your gate and make sure you get on that plane. He’ll also be your seat mate.” I smiled. “If you ever try to contact Dr. Grayson Kind again, I will fly to Boston and hurt you. If you ever step foot in L.A. again, I’ll know, and you’ll never leave. You’ll be buried here six feet under. Understand me?”
“Yeah, I understand.”
“Good girl. Have a good flight.”
I stood and watched as she went through security. Once Leo had a hold of her, I walked out of the airport and headed home.
