Page 155 of The Heart You Kept

HUNTING EQUIPMENT

I make my way inside; I walk through the aisle and pick up some rope and a weighted trap.

“Can I help you?” the assistant asks.

“Yes, I am after a set of knives and a pistol.”

“Of course, this way.”

ALORA

Four days.

Four fucking days of being followed by security guards and I haven’t heard one single word from their prick of a boss.

He’s not answering his phone, he’s not texted me back.

Nothing.

So he thinks that his cheap and nasty sex show can go unaddressed, he thinks he can beat my ex to a pulp and assign unwanted bodyguards to loiter around. I’ve come to the conclusion that if he’s not dead in a ditch, he soon will be.

Because with every day that I don’t hear from him, the more my anger grows.

Who the hell does this guy think he is?

Did he do this to Pascal?

I am not a possession; he doesn’t get to have guards on me without even checking with me first.

And they won’t go away, I’ve tried every day. On my lunchbreak yesterday in a rage I even told Philippe to fuck off and he laughed.

Laughed.

Another asshole who will be dead in a ditch sooner than expected.

Pascal’s mother called me crying on the phone and I had to pretend I didn’t know and of course I couldn’t tell her what’s happened.

Not that I even actually know.

I’ve made the decision that I’m going to call Pascal this afternoon and see if he’s alright, I can’t have this on my conscience. It’s eating me alive.

Well…. I’ve got a new plan today, I grab my purse and make my way out to their car.

“Good morning, Miss Sorenson.” Philippe opens the back door for me.

“Good morning.” I smile as I get into the back seat.

He gets in behind the wheel and starts the car.

“I would like to go to Edward’s office please,” I announce.

“Edward’s in London.” They glance at each other as if surprised. “You don’t know that?”

Oh, hell…they think that I know what’s going on. They think that Edward is keeping me updated, sorry boys, that’s a hard no.

Your boss is an asshole!

“Oh, I did know that,” I lie. “I thought he was back already.”