“You’re just going to leave me alone in your office?” I grin.
The corner of his mouth curls. He points up at the ceiling.
Two cameras. Red lights glowing.
“Flynn’s watching you, darling. And so will I.”
He walks out without another word.
I glance at the cameras. Then at the screen.
From this angle, they can’t see what I’m looking at.
I wonder if Flynn will check what I buy. I bite my lip; I shouldn’t, but I can’t help myself. He did kidnap me, edged me. It’s the least I can do.
My fingers fly across the keyboard, checking off everything I need.
I wonder if Flynn brought my computer too, maybe even the small pile of clothes I’d managed to grab that morning before the world tilted sideways.
My style isn’t expensive. Definitely not four-hundred-euro-sweater expensive. I like simple. Earthy.
Jeans, big fluffy wool sweaters, soft things in warm tones. My underwear’s simple too, barely-there lace and cotton, not the kind men rip off in movies.
I order shampoo, conditioner, some creams, basically everything I need to survive here until someone catches my stalker, and I add a little surprise, something for Flynn.
I’m about to close the tab when curiosity slithers in, warm and sharp.
Irish Mafia.
I type it fast, and the screen floods with articles from all over the world. Arrests, gang wars, whispers of crime empires, but nothing with the names Brady or Callaghan.
There’s a blog post from a girl complaining about the clubs in this city being run byhot, armed men.
She’s not wrong.
I exhale.
If there was real evidence, if any of it were traceable, they wouldn’t be living in a mansion with private gates and designer whisky.
They’d be rotting behind bars.
I close the computer, glance up at the cameras, and wave.
Then I walk back through the hallway toward the living room. Kaden’s still seated where I left him, casual like a tiger sunning itself on concrete. I set the black card down in front of him.
“Do you live here too?” I ask.
He nods once, no elaboration.
I head upstairs to my room.
Most of the stuff will arrive tomorrow. A few items the day after.
So… now what?
It’s almost dinner time, and Flynn said there were rules.One of them being dinner at the table.
I wonder what happens if I don’t show up.
