Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76319 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
I shove down that part of my past, hating that it has the ability to sneak up on me so easily.
I keep my eyes locked ahead, ignoring the two guys getting shook down by some thugs. I’m not a fucking do-gooder, and I’ll be damned if I’m coming to anyone’s rescue.
I step around a guy with his dick out as he pisses on a nearly dead tree.
The entire scene is chaos. The music coming from the bars is too fucking loud. The crowd is too goddamned thick.
I lose track of her for a minute, having to step into the street to avoid a fight breaking out right in the middle of the sidewalk. I know it’s luck that I spot the flash of her blonde hair as she darts around some parked cars.
She lifts her hand, throwing some asshole her middle finger when he blares his horn because he almost fucking ran her over.
I grit my teeth when she trips over the curb, her hands clamping on some stranger to stop her fall. I know it’s instinct. I know the guy she happened to touch didn’t ask for it, but when he smiles at her, I add him to the list of people to track down later.
I swear to God I’ll be coated in fucking blood before I leave town.
A woman at his side literally peels Alani’s hands from her man’s chest, but she sees something in her eyes that makes her back away rather than engage.
Her stumbling is worse, making me wonder if she’s somehow been drugged and I missed it. Her steps falter, pulling her to a stop in front of a busser playing an old, worn guitar. She sways to the music as if she can hear the strumming but the mayhem around her makes it impossible. She is so fucked up right now.
She might as well have VICTIM tattooed on her forehead. Part of me thinks she’s already forgotten that she saw me, or maybe I just thought she did because she hasn’t looked around once to try and find me.
I can’t consider that she just doesn’t care that I’m here. What would accepting that do to me? That she’s got me so fucked up that I can’t function and she’s just wandering around downtown Austin like she’s untouchable.
Rage transitions from a low simmer to a rolling boil as I step closer to her, but I stop short of grabbing her. If she doesn’t give a fuck about herself, then why should I?
Maybe this is all part of her game. Maybe she’s wandering around, waiting for me to step out of the darkness.
That has to be it because the alternative gives her way too much fucking power.
I circle around, stepping into the street so I can move past her and get within her line of vision.
I stand behind the guy playing the guitar, locking eyes with her when she looks up. Her throat works on a swallow, the only hint she gives me that tells me I might pull more of a response from her than any other idiot on the street.
But then she turns around and walks away.
I’m frozen in place, my eyes locked on her back, trying to convince myself to just let her go. I know I’ll spend the next week scouring the newspaper, looking for a story about a pretty blonde girl falling victim to the Austin streets.
I’m torn for the longest time, but then she looks over her shoulder, a mischievous grin on her lips.
I see the challenge in it, and, for reasons I will not focus on right now, I accept.
Unlike when she first climbed out of her Uber, she looks over her shoulder many times. I make sure to stay where she can’t see me. When her feet begin to slow, so do mine. When she speeds up, I walk faster too.
It thrills me to see her eyes darting all over, looking for me. I only let her spot me occasionally. I want her frantic, wondering when I’ll pop back up.
She starts to distance herself from the crowds, entering the shadows where the lights of the city can’t quite reach.
The smile on her face says she knows I’m following her.
I swore to her she’d never see me again, and yet here I am, playing right into her fucking hands.
I have to make sure after tonight, she knows that looking for me will only be a waste of time.
I’ve tried getting my point across as best I can, but the woman doesn’t seem very keen on listening, and this shit has to stop.
I have to make sure her erratic, dangerous behaviors end tonight.
Chapter 19
Alani
The thrill of knowing he’s here is a living, breathing thing in my chest.
I’m an hour from campus, looking for trouble, and he’s somehow found me.
I grin as I think of all the danger he brings. His obsession is the most powerful thing I’ve ever felt. It’s more addictive than the alcohol rushing through my veins.