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The fucker splutters, his eyes wide and his face heating. "Get out," he shouts. "Who are you?"
I shake my head. "That's not how this is gonna work. I asked you a fuckin' question. What's your name?"
"I'm Milo," he says, his body trembling. "I'm a photographer. I need the money, man. I owe a debt that I have to pay and watching the lady was easy money."
"Who's paying you?" I demand.
He shakes his head, his eyes still wide and filled with fear. "No, I can't. I'm sorry."
"Do you know who I am?"
"N-N-No," he stammers.
"I'm a patched member of the Fury Vipers. You know who we are?"
His face pales to a gray color, and his body stills, trembles running through his hands as he stares at me. The disbelief and fear in his eyes make me give him a shark's grin. Oh, this fucker knows exactly who we are.
The stench of piss spreads through the vehicle. "I'm sorry, man," he stutters. "I'm sorry. He paid me to keep tabs on her."
"Who did?" I demand yet again. "I'm only going to ask this once. Next time you ignore me, you're in for a world of hurt. Do you understand?"
He nods. "Harry," he splutters. "Harry Jacobson. He said that she's his fiancée and he thinks she's cheating on him. I was paid to follow her and report back."
"How fuckin' long have you been following her?"
"I started yesterday. I didn't know she was yours. I thought she was cheating on him like he said."
"Did you take pictures of us?" I snap, my temper rising the more this fucker speaks.
He nods. "I'm sorry," he says, his eyes filling with tears.
"Did you show them to him?"
"I did. I met with him an hour ago. I brought him all the pictures that I took. Including her at the grocery store this afternoon."
"You make it a fuckin' mission to stalk women? You know that's a criminal offense, right?" I ask, interlocking my fingers and pushing on them, making them crack. The sound is loud and vibrates throughout the vehicle.
"I wasn't stalking her," he whispers. "I owe him and his dad money. This was a way to wipe off my debt. They had their henchmen break my partner's legs."
"What the fuck do you think I'm goin' to do if you continue to stalk my woman?"
He shakes his head. "I won't," he promises me. "I swear, I didn't know she was yours. I never would have agreed to this if I knew." He continues to tremble, his entire body shivering as he does. I also notice the dark stain that's appeared on his cream-coloured pants. "I promise, I'll leave her alone. I'm so sorry."
"If I see you around her again, it won't be your partner having broken legs. The two of you will be six feet under."
He nods. "I swear," he says, lifting his hands in surrender. "I'll leave her alone. She seems real sweet. I wondered why she was with that jackass, Harry."
"Tell me about him and his old man."
His brows knit together. "You don't know the Jacobson’s?"
"Wouldn't be askin' you about them if I did. So tell me, what's the deal with them?"
"Mr. Jacobson Senior owns a multi-billion dollar company here in New York—Levitation Ltd. He has businesses all over the world. He's an asshole. He thinks that with all the money he has, he's able to do whatever the hell he likes."
"How did you get to owe him money then?" The disdain he has for the old man tells me he's not friends with the fucker, so how does someone owe money to someone they hate?
"I had a fender bender with his son, who blamed me for the accident, but I had a dash cam and it showed that Harry Junior was to blame. That night, my home was broken into and all evidence of the incident was gone. Next thing I know, I owe them almost fifteen thousand dollars to pay for the repairs to his car."
