“Wrath?” I question taking a step toward him, but he shakes his head taking a step back.
“Stop. What the fuck are you doing to me? I need to stay away from you.” He doesn’t wait for me to say anything, he just spins on his heels and rushes out the door.
My breath heaves as I lean back against the wall.
I have no idea what just happened, I’d seen the emotions waring in his eyes before he’d kissed me. But when he pulled back, he looked shocked, annoyed even. It wasn’t what I expected to see. I give myself a few minutes to get my breathing under control before going back to set up the room.
The shoot took longer than I thought it would, so by the time I leave the studio and lock up, it’s late and dark outside. My stomach grumbling reminds me that I’ve not eaten anything since breakfast this morning. Knowing that I won’t be able to sleep properly on an empty stomach I decide to quickly run over to the supermarket to grab something, but as I make it across into the car park, I see a row of six bikes parked outside. It doesn’t take me long to spot the prospect standing beside them having a smoke. He turns to look inside the shop, and I stop dead in my tracks when I see the Soulless Knights logo on the back.
“Fuck,” I curse out.
I guess this must be their side of town too, which is fucking inconvenient giving that I live just around the corner. I’m not afraid of Wrath, or at least I don’t think I am, but I really don’t want to be yelled at inside the damn shop for daring to shop here. I shake my head deciding that my hunger is not worth the drama, I quickly turn and leave before they can see me.
I only live ten minutes from the supermarket, but I’m on edge for the entire walk home. It feels like I’m being watched, but every time I look around, I see nothing.
By the time I make it to the front door of the block of flats, I’m a bundle of frayed nerves, the hunger I felt has now been replaced with a sickly feeling. Rushing up the stairs to the fourth floor I’m relieved when I don’t see any of my neighbours, while none of them have said or done anything, they are a little intimidating and do seem to watch my every move.
I make it inside my flat, quickly locking the door and then entering the kitchen and grabbing a large glass of water. I need a damn drink. I throw my keys onto the kitchen counter, shucking off my jacket before making my way into the bathroom. I may not have any food in, but I do have wine, which I intend to drink right after a hot shower.
Chapter
Twenty-Four
I saw her race out of the supermarket car park. My mind still racing from the encounter we hard earlier it doesn’t take me long to decide to follow her. I turn to Ice. “Wait here, I’ll be right back.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea brother,” he calls out as I walk away. I don’t respond. I don’t need to. He might not think it’s a good idea, but I know he’ll wait for me.
I stay far enough behind her that I can still see her, but at a distance that I can hide behind a wall, or car if I need to. She must sense that she’s being followed because she turns around several times, but I’m quick enough to duck behind whatever is closer so she doesn’t see me.
It doesn’t take long to get to where she lives and by the time she walks though the main doors my anger is bubbling away. I don’t know what pisses me off more, the fact that she lives so close to the clubhouse and in our territory or the fact that it’s in a really shitty part of town.
I stand across the street from the building, watching, waiting, I’m not sure what for. Less than a minute later I see a light go on in a flat on the fourth floor. My heart races as I find myselfwondering if that’s where she lives. I pull out my phone and shoot off a text to Ice.
Me. – head back to the clubhouse, I’m busy.
Ice – Oh yeah. I know what you’re busy doing.
Me – fuck off.
I tuck my phone back into my pocket and find a spot on a wall opposite behind a tree. I don’t know why I want to sit here and watch the flat. But one thing I do know is that I’ve lost my fucking mind.
I don’t take my eyes off the flat, hoping for even just a glimpse to let me know it is her place. But there’s been no movement for about twenty minutes. Just as I’m thinking about heading back, a dark coloured van turns the corner and slowly drives along the road. I narrow my eyes then step forward when I realise it’s one of the clubs.
It pulls up alongside me, and the passenger window rolls down. “Now, who’s the fucking stalker. Get your arse in,” Nitro bites out. He’s not mad at me, but he is frustrated.
I take another look up the fourth floor before climbing into the passenger side, settling back, and positioning myself at an angle so that I still have a view of the flat above.
We sit in silence for a few seconds before Nitro turns off the engine and turns in his seat so his back is against the door and he’s facing me.
“You accused her of stalking you. You yelled at her in our café, told her that she isn’t allowed in there or in our territory, yet now you’re sitting outside where she lives for what exactly? A small glimpse, another chance to tell her to stay away from you? Another chance to humiliate her? What exactly is going through that head of yours, brother?”
“How the fuck do you know she lives here?” I ask.
“Jesus, fuck. That is what you’re focused on?”
I turn to face him, waiting for him to answer. It is what I’m focused on. I didn’t tell anyone where I was, I don’t know that she really does live here and as far as I’m aware they aren’t tracking my phone. The crazy part of my brain needs to know how he knows.
He sighs, then dips his head to look up at the building. I watch him for a beat but then sit up straighter when I realise he’s looking directly at the flat I was looking at.
