“Mateo’s an idiot,” I laugh. “He said you were the one talking and luring them here to kill them.”
She grins. “If I were to kill them, I wouldn’t get blood in my house.”
“That’s reassuring,” I say with an eye roll.
Gage laughs. “You’re too easy to fuck with.”
“Who said I’m fucking with him?” Alessa asks with a perfectly straight face. The longer I stare at her, the more she struggles to keep her composure. She finally laughs, and I breathe out. Today made me nervous as hell of her, but not enough to back down. My small fight with Gage opened my eyes to the fact that no matter what she does, I’m not going anywhere. Whether that makes me fucked up, I don’t care anymore. Now I have Gage too. No way in hell I’m walking away from the feelings they both give me.
I hear the patio door slide open, and Ryder steps out and walks over to the table. He pulls out the chair beside Les, sits down, and lays a kiss on her lips. She just smiles at him, and I don’t feel as much hate toward him anymore. If these guys can make her as happy asshe deserves, I can suck it up. Dex ambles out behind him and takes the seat on her other side.
“Holden already knows about this, and he’s already looking into it,” Ryder says, pulling his phone from his pocket.
Les turns towards him. “Knows about what?”
“I got a picture of us from The Games and didn’t think much of it.” He slides his phone to the middle of the table, and we all lean in to look. It’s the perfect shot of us standing around with Alexey and Dmitri.
“Who’s it from?” I ask with a frown.
“It was sent anonymously,” Ryder answers before scrolling again. “These came in today.”
He scrolls through several pictures. One is Gage and Les on the bikes with me on the back, us walking out of Moretto’s bar, talking to Lucas and Landon, and one shot from Les and me walking into her beach house.
“Someone is following us?” I ask, looking around the table.
Ryder shakes his head. “I thought that at first. They aren’t followingus. They’re followingher. “
“How do you get that?” Gage asks, scrolling back through the pictures.
“What’s the common theme of those pictures?” Ryder asks, looking at Gage.
I frown, confused until it hits me. “She’s the only one in every one of them.”
Ryder snaps his fingers, pointing at me. “Bingo.”
“Come on,” Alessa snorts. “You really think I have a stalker?”
“I found this when I ran to Maximus earlier,” Dex rumbles, laying a folder on the table. He slides it to her. “It was under my windshield wiper.”
She frowns but opens it. When the pictures come into view, all color drains from her face. “How the hell did they get these?”
She hands them to me, and I flip through them with a queasy feeling. They are shots taken through the window of us the night at her beach house and then ones of me, her, and Gage at the cabin. Both show us in the throes of passion.
“That proves you have a stalker, Baby girl,” Dex says, and I realize he saw these pictures already.
I pass the pictures to Gage. “What does this mean?” I ask the table.
“Holden has my original phone, and he transferred everything to a new one so he can track it back to who sent them.” Ryder shrugs. “If anyone can find them, it’s Holden.”
“What does this mean for her?” I clarify. Who the fuck stalks the leader of the Mafia?
“She doesn’t go anywhere alone,” Dex says, looking at Alessa, waiting for her to argue.
“I don’t need someone to hold my hand, Dex. If I want to go alone, I will,” she replies, the frown on her face deepening.
“This isn’t something to mess with, Pretty girl,” Gage says, slapping the pictures in front of her. “Those are personal fucking pictures, so that means this is very personal. Stalkers are unpredictable.”
“Why are you explaining that to me like I’m fucking stupid? I can handle myself,” she says defensively.
