“I’m not sure yet,” Kade says. “I’m working on it. As soon as I know, you’ll know.”
“Where is he?” I ask.
Because I’ll get it out of him myself if I need to.
“Easy, killer,” Liam says.
“I’m not telling you that yet,” Kade tells me. “Not yet. Not until I have more information on him. I can’t let you walk into something that might be bigger than you’re prepped for.”
I look at him. “What do you think it is?”
“I don’t know. That’s what I’m telling you,” Kade says. “I don’t know, Gemma. The best thing you can do right now is sit back and let me do my job. Watch Bonnie. Watch the guys. We do what we do.”
“You know what happens when we rush,” Liam adds.
I press my hands to my hips so tightly that I feel the grip in my bones. I hate how much they’re both right. The last time we rushed a job innocent people got hurt, and I can’t let that happen again, especially not when Bonnie is involved.
Still, that doesn’t help this toxic, bloodthirsty acid that seems to be spilling into my veins right now.
“Hey, Liam, come to the gym with me?” I ask, pushing on a hoodie and my barefoot shoes.
Because it’s the only thing that’s going to get me out of my head.
Liam chuckles and stands. “Sure thing, boss.”
I look at Kade one more time. “Find Jeff. Find Wren’s stalkers. I’ll handle putting them in their places myself.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
GEMMA
The gym wasa welcome distraction from what I truly wanted to do. Lifting has always helped with that—a dopamine boost to help release some of the anger pulsing inside me. It calms my mind enough that I can think rationally, except where I am right now wasn’t exactly a rational decision.
Still, I had to see her.
I had to put eyes on her, just to make sure she was okay.
I’ve only been to their music studio a few times. Once with James during our assessment, once with Kade to double-check security locks and the cameras Mads already had around the place, and once… once in complete darkness.
Not unlike this exact moment.
Last time, however, Bonnie was here alone while the others were out of town. I’d had Kade hack into their security system to erase me back then, too.
Just like tonight.
The difference between that night and this one is that Zeb is snoozing in one of the recliners in the theater room while Bonnie is sleeping on the oversized sectional in the main room, her own television blacked out, yet playing rock music softly through the speakers.
This isn’t my brightest idea. There are a thousand ways I could get caught, beaten, even hospitalized, or worse if Mads or Zeb found me.
However, watching her… watching her is always worth the risk.
The full moon’s light shines through the large windows, basking over the surfaces and illuminating Bonnie’s blonde hair and pale skin. She has her arms bent, one hand under her cheek, and a fuzzy blanket lying over her barely clothed body.
Every time she breathes, I feel as if she’s inhaling a fraction of my soul, slowly taking away my ability to live without her—something I never intend to do.
I don’t know how I’m going to keep her forever… one day, maybe the stalker can disappear, and we can just be us. I don’t know how she’ll react if she ever finds out I’m the person behind everything… the fact that I was the person who was there that night, the person who helped her come down from the horror she had to go through…
I shake away the thought.
