Chapter6
Ego
The weekend almost kills me.
Watching her without being able to touch her is a test of strength I wasn’t prepared for—and I’ll admit it, I waver once or twice.
Maybe more.
After all, I’m only human.
Lucky—or unlucky—for me, Sabrina Rosetto is the perfect hostess.
She lets me into her space with minimal fuss, offers coffee like this is all completely normal, and listens while I explain what needs to be done.
I keep the cameras discreet, tucked into corners where they won’t intrude.
None in the bathroom.
None in the kitchen.
None in the bedroom.
Mostly.
I do place a bug in her bedroom.
But I tell her about it.
She’s pissed at first.Rightfully so.
Her eyes flash, her shoulders stiffen, and for half a second I think she’s going to throw me out on my ass.
But then I remind her of the facts.
We don’t know who’s stalking her.
We don’t know how close they are.
And we don’t know what they want yet.
That reminder pisses me off more than it does her.
So when it’s time for me to post up in the truck outside with Kai riding shotgun as my second, I do it unwillingly.
I don’t want to be out here.
I want to be inside.
Near her.Watching her breathe.Making sure she’s safe.
Instead, I’m sitting in a cold-ass surveillance truck with my idiot brother.
“Don’t know about you, bruh,” Kai says with a grin, “but I am so hot for teacher.”
I punch him square in the nose without hesitation.
Hard.
