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A man’s sudden movement caught my attention as I glanced across the forecourt of the garage. I looked reassured there were people around me as I stopped by Celt’s motorbike and pretended to check something.
“Clio? What you doing to my bike?” Celt asked, approaching.
“I swear I saw a man duck behind the wall. He was acting suspiciously. I stopped to look,” I answered.
“I don’t see anyone,” Celt replied, scanning the walls.
“There was someone there,” I insisted.
Celt studied me, and a flush began. Celt seemed to think I was having another breakdown or something.
“Come on then, we have cameras aimed at that spot. Security would have picked anything up,” Celt said and looked at his watch.
“What you do that for?” I demanded. His disbelief put me on edge.
“So we can get the correct time up in the system,” Celt replied and placed a hand on my back to lead me into the clubhouse.
The clubhouse had a few brothers and old ladies hanging around, but Chance wasn’t one of them. My thoughts turned to Celt, and I still felt he did not believe me as he led the way to the security office. But to my surprise, Celt didn’t say anything as he wound the footage back.
“There,” Celt said, suddenly pointing to the screen. “Is that him, Clio?”
“Yes. I’ve seen him before. In town, he was watching me then, but I didn’t think anything of it,” I replied.
Celt bit his lip as he rewound the footage further.
“He was monitoring a good hour or so, but when you come out of the gates, he pays attention,” Celt pointed out.
When the old Hellfire clubhouse had burned, Chance had bought a large plot of land and erected walls. Behind the walls were the clubhouse and our homes. In front of the walls was the garage and a few other businesses Hellfire owned. It had been hard rebuilding, but Hellfire had done it.
“So it’s me he’s interested in? This wasn’t my imagination? Thanks for believing me,” I blurted.
Celt looked confused.
“Why wouldn’t I believe you?”
“Because of my breakdown,” I replied simply.
Celt’s brow furrowed further.
“Honey, you were sick. You’re better now. Why wouldn’t any of us believe you?”
“Because of the breakdown,” I responded again.
Celt shook his head.
“Does not make you a liar. You gonna tell Chance or want me to?”
“I will do it. Communication is something we agreed to work on,” I said with a sheepish smile.
“Good, you work hard on that. Chey and I had to. Ain’t no shame in it. I’ll tell Bear about our stalker. He doesn’t look like a Fang; he’s too smartly dressed for that,” Celt muttered, his brow furrowed.
“I’m not sure. He isn’t someone I’ve seen hanging around. Just that one time in town when I caught him staring at me,” I replied.
“Okay, keep close to the compound and don’t go out alone. I’ll get this image out to everyone, and we’ll keep an eye open. Gotta wonder if it’s a fed or something, but why not approach from the front? Good catch at spotting him, honey; well done,” Celt said, standing and dropping a kiss on the top of my head.
Pride welled through me alongside warmth. Maybe there was hope for me after all. It didn’t seem as if everyone had written me off.
