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“You let her leave town?” I ask, anger lacing every word. “I thought the idea was to keep her here. Why else would we waste the manpower following her ass around everywhere?”

“Because we need to know what she’s up to and who Sadie is working with, if anyone.” Gabe’s the one to shed some light.

“Colt said Sadie left the house alone this morning,” Hawk says, reading what I’m guessing is a text from the prospect in question. Hawk sounds almost as angry as I feel. The small growl Hawk lets out doesn’t go unnoticed by Pop.

“Where’s she headed?” Jameson leans on the table, waiting expectantly.

“Not sure yet. Prospect just said they’re on the road headed to Baron’s Edge.”

“Let’s get a plan in place. We can’t do anything until Sadie gets back into town. We don’t want to risk spooking the girl,” Declan speaks out over the room.

“In the meantime, Hawk, I want everything you’ve got on everybody in Sadie’s life right now,” Gabe growls. “Phone records, emails, everything you can dig up.”

“On it.”

Hawk is tapping his fingers across his phone screen. “Looks like Sadie’s running some errands. The notes app on her phone says she’s meeting M at the Petali di Rosa Hotel restaurant, going to the bank, to Mack’s house, and the school to get her diploma. She’ll be back at her place late tonight.”

“How do you know what her plans are?” I have a pretty good idea of his answer, but I still feel the need to ask.

He shrugs nonchalantly. “I cloned her phone before we gave it back to her.”

“And you approved this?” I ask Pop. He shakes his head, but doesn’t reprimand him, which tells me he doesn’t see any issue with Hawk’s invasion of Sadie’s privacy.

“Keep an eye on her. Let me know when she gets back and what she’s doing. We need to tread lightly for now,” Gabe barks out his orders. “I want a prospect watching Sadie’s house even when she’s not home. Hawk, can you get into her computer or her cameras? I want to know what she’s up to. If Sadie is working for the wrong people, I want to know what it is she’s doing exactly, and why.” Gabe slams the gavel down on the table. “I’ll call church again when we have more information, and we’ll go from there.”

I don’t know what has this girl running, but this time she’s not getting away from me. Not until I get some answers.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

AVERY

The light comingin through the sliver in the curtains wakes me up from a dead sleep. When Jayde brought me to the house last night, I was so tired I didn’t even bother to eat any of the groceries we bought. Sadie came out to help unload and put the food away, but I was too exhausted to do anything else. The last two days of functioning on an adrenaline rush and lack of sleep had finally caught up to me. I walked through the front door and came straight back to the guest room—which I guess is now my room—dropped my backpack on the chest at the end of the bed and crashed.

I didn’t even bother to take my shoes off. Judging by the kink in my neck and the stiffness of the rest of my body, I don’t think I moved all night. Sadie must’ve come in and covered me up at some point because I don’t remember getting under the blankets either.

Sitting up slowly and placing my back against the headboard, I clutch the pillow to my chest and admire the surroundingroom. There’s a note on the nightstand written in Sadie’s handwriting.

Went to Baron’s Edge to grab a few things. I’ll be home late, if not in the morning. Jayde will be by to check on you later. We’ll decorate your room this week. And Aves, be ready. We’re going out dancing tomorrow night. Get some rest. You’ll need it.

Badass Bestie

The room is nice. It has a masculine feel to it. Large, with a decent sized walk-in closet and a small dark wood desk with a chair by the window. There’s a wooden chest at the foot of the bed with a piece of black leather stretched over the lid. There’s a picture embossed in the leather with intricate detailing created with brass tacks and fine stitching. My interest piqued, I crawl to the edge of the bed and run my fingers over the intricate stitching of the design. Upon further inspection, I realize it’s the skull and crown from Jake’s cut. It’s beautiful workmanship. But the room is too masculine for a young woman.

My wheels turn with all the possibilities of how I can make this space my own.

I’ll need to find myself a new bedcover. Something with some color, and maybe some fuzzy throw pillows to match.Oh, and I should look for some posters to hang on the walls.

The thought of making this place my own has my heart feeling lighter as the reality of freedom is finally beginning to set in.Who would’ve thought something so simple as decorating a room could be so liberating?

My room at the mansion was depressing with the stark white walls and linens. Everything from the bathroom to the bedding, to the walls, even the carpets were all white. The only color wasthe floral painting that hung on the wall, in a white frame, and a dusty rose printed area rug used to prevent the carpet from getting dirty. Even my desk and bedframe were white. It felt more like something you’d find in a hotel than the bedroom a young girl grew up in.

This bathroom isn’t as big as the one I had in the mansion, but I don’t mind. I don’t need much space anyway. Sadie’s guest bathroom is decorated with pastel-colored butterflies on light lavender walls. There are big comfy, pink, lavender, and powder blue towels folded in a light gray built-in shelf, and a soft shag style lavender rug on the floor.

It feels like a space a young girl would love.

I would have loved growing up here.

This is perfect. It feels inviting. Comfortable. A place I could see myself relaxing in with a few candles and a good book while taking a long, hot bath.

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