Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 123672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 618(@200wpm)___ 495(@250wpm)___ 412(@300wpm)
Fucking hell. How did I get myself into this mess?
I have so many questions for my stalker. Why me? How did he even find me? How long has this been going on? It’s insane. Every time he sneaks through my window, I’m left with even more questions. But mostly, what I really need to know is what he plans on doing with me. Is he just screwing around, enjoying the thrill of welcoming himself into my apartment and loving how I like to play along, or is this leading up to something? Am I in more danger than I could ever know?
Crap. My hands start to shake.
I’m in big trouble here. I’m going to end up on the news.
A heavy pounding sounds at my door, and my back stiffens. It’s almost nine on a Sunday night. Who the hell would be trying to break down my door? You know, apart from Alex, but he doesn’t usually use a knock that could wake the dead.
Fixing my shirt back into place to cover the bruises, I make my way out into the living room, the heavy pounding booming through my small apartment, and while I would usually call out, telling the person that I was coming, I also don’t feel as though I should be alerting someone to the fact I’m here. What if this is a break-in? Just like what happened at High Voltage Ink the night Crew died.
Creeping toward the door, I peer through the small peephole and let out a heavy breath as I find two of Viper’s men, Spider and Fuse. Both of them have been my clients, though I haven’t worked on Fuse in a while because, apart from his dick, I don’t think he has even an inch of available skin left on his body.
“Open the door, Kyah,” Spider grumbles, not the type to be kept waiting. “I know you’re in there.”
Shit.
Before he gets the chance to kick the door down, I twist the locks and release the deadbolt before finally reaching for the handle. I open the door, and before I can even ask what they want, they push past me, striding into my apartment as though they have every right to be here.
Fuse kicks the door closed behind me as Spider glances over my cameras. “Ummm . . . someone wanna tell me why the hell you’re here?”
Spider reluctantly looks back toward me and pulls his phone out of his pocket. “I’ve been looking into what you said, about having a stalker—”
“Really?” I say, cutting him off as my back stiffens, wondering if this is when I finally start to get some answers.
His gaze sharpens, clearly not appreciating being cut off. He holds my stare, a clear warning in his eyes to keep my mouth shut until I’ve been invited to talk. I swallow hard. I’ve only met Spider a handful of times, and he was pleasant enough, but since Viper’s death, he’s been promoted to Vice President of the Grim Reapers, and I assume a position like that doesn’t come without hardships.
“You said your security system we installed was fucked,” he continues, and not wanting to open my mouth out of turn, I simply nod. “But that doesn’t make sense. You have one of the best systems money can buy. Viper made sure of it. He wanted his old lady safe.”
“I wasn’t his old lady,” I supply before immediately cursing myself out. How stupid can I be?
Spider just glares at me again. “In his eyes, you were, so as far as the rest of us are concerned, you’re part of our family, and we protect our own,” he states. “But I’ve been looking into it. At the clubhouse the other night you mentioned someone’s been coming into your apartment, but the cameras and the alarm aren’t picking it up.”
“That’s right,” I say with a nod.
“Something’s not adding up,” he says, opening the security app on his phone and bringing up the feed from my apartment.
“Wait,” I say, my eyes widening in horror. “How many of you have access to the security feed? I thought only the security company, and me and Viper did.”
“We all do, baby,” Fuse admits.
My jaw drops, shock pounding through my veins. “So, when I . . .”
Fuse grins. “Mmm-hmm,” he says, his gaze lazily trailing up and down my body as though he knows exactly what’s hidden beneath these clothes. “Thanks for the show.”
“Fuck,” I say, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment, realizing I’ve been making porn films in the privacy of my own home and distributing them to the whole fucking club. “You guys need to leave.”
“You want us to reboot your cameras, or what?” Spider grunts, clearly growing irritated with me.
“Why would you need to reboot them? What’s wrong with them?”
“What’s wrong with them is that we don’t currently have control of the system,” Spider says. “Whoever the fuck has been hacking into it has overridden control of the system and has been setting a loop each night.”