“You don't get it, Bobby, they are for me. When Seb died, it didn't stop.”
He frowned.
“The flowers kept turning up, the midnight calls kept coming. All of it. He died and still he managed to stalk me. It came to a head when he broke into my apartment and splashed blood all over it. It was like a crime scene. I was told later that it was cow’s blood but that doesn't really make it any better. That was the night I ran. My father backed me. I left everything behind and got myself a new identity. Gypsy is my third. He always finds me.”
“Gypsy, there must be a reasonable explanation.”
How could I make him believe there wasn't? My stalker was one person. They knew things about me that only Seb had known. Private intimate details.
“There isn't. I'm being stalked by a dead man. And he won't stop until he kills me.”
16
Gypsy
I had swornBobby to secrecy, but it still played on my mind. What would I do if he went blabbing to Fang or the other Sons? It was pretty clear that he thought I was crazy.
After all, how many girls claimed they were legitimately being stalked by a dead ex?
Just me, although there might have been a few locked up in a loony bin.
Which was no doubt where he thought I belonged.
And to make matters worse, none of my staff turned up. It was like one thing after another.
“This all seems a little strange.” Bobby sidled up to my side, wiping down already clean glasses. There wasn't much else to do.
The place was empty. Which was lucky seeing as I had no staff in.
I let my eyes flicker around the room. Usually there were plenty of people in. In fact I hadn't had one quiet night since opening, yet the place was as empty as a graveyard.
“What do you mean?”
There was a moment of hesitation before Bobby spoke. “This is the only bar in town Gypsy. The. Only. One.”
I stared at him dumbfounded for a second, not comprehending his words.
“The only time I've seen a place go this quiet this quickly was when the Savage Sons...” he trailed off, frowning.
He didn't have to say anything else. I got it. I really did. “You think the Sons have warned people from drinking here?”
I already knew the answer. Fang was angry with me, but the real question was why? Could he really be petty enough that he would ruin my business because I had turned him down? But then I already knew the answer to that as well.
Men were petty, and a man like Fang? One who was used to getting everything he wanted, he would take my rejection personally.
Hell, it wasn't even like I had really rejected him. The attraction between us couldn't be denied. I just didn’t want him to think he could turn up whenever he wanted just to get his dick wet and then treat me like rubbish the rest of the time.
“Possibly,” Bobby said non-committedly, and I could feel his eyes on me. “You and the prez have a falling out?”
I didn't get the chance to answer as the door swung open. Hansel stood silhouetted by the outside streetlights. There was a folder in his hands, and his clothes were wet like he had ridden in the rain to get there.
“Hi.” Why was my voice so uncertain? “The usual?”
Hansel's eyes flicked up to my face and then to where Bobby was stood next to me, and his face creased into a frown. I took a step away from Bobby. I wasn't sure what Hansel had seen that had made him so angry, but I had a feeling it was something to do with me and my employee. Which was all kinds of strange seeing as the Sons were the ones that had forced me to employ him.
“Nice and cosy here I see.”
I blinked at Hansel in surprise. “What?”
