Page 19 of Fractured Fear

My comment grates on him. He brings his left fist around aiming for my face.

Not the moneymaker. Come on.

I easily block his attempt and goad him further.

“That’s it? You can do better.” I know he’s angry he got caught and I’m trying to not let it get to me that he didn’t tell me in the first place, but I’m more upset that I didn’t think to do this myself.

He twists my left hand that’s still on his and pulls free. Swinging the gun back in my direction, I grab his wrist and aim the barrel towards the ceiling.

Zane would never actually shoot me. I think.

Hand tensed and flat, I aim for his throat but he grabs my wrist and twists my arm at an angle that makes me lean. Without hesitation, Zane pulls his hands towards himself bringing mewith them and thrusts his head towards my nose. I turn my face just in time, and his head crashes into my cheekbone.

Not wanting to take it any further, we drop our hands. The only sound in the car is our rapid breathing from the quick spar.

“Where the fuck is your shirt?”

“Didn’t have time to put one on when you snuck out like a teenage girl meeting her boyfriend.”

He rolls his eyes. “It’s not like that. I’m not your sisters.”

“You’re right, you’re nothing like my sisters. You weren’t sneaky at all. Solana would have left her window open all day so she could avoid making any sound at night. Elena would be too busy to even attempt sneaking out. Carmen would’ve just walked out the front door not giving a shit. And Mariela would have snuck the guy inside.”

“Point taken.” That’s basically another way of sayingyou’re right, which I fucking am.

He huffs a breath and says, “I’m just making sure she’s safe.”

“With your perv binoculars?”

“She does yoga at night,” he says nonchalantly as if it explains it all. And it kind of does.

Spencer all bendy? I’ll take a front row seat please.

“Give me those creeper peepers.”

We fight over the binoculars like a pair of toddlers battling for their favorite toy. I finally yank them from his grasp and put them to good use. Can’t say I have ever watched a woman through her windows, but there’s a first for everything.

I finally spot her through her very large, open window. We’re going to have a little chat about that. A crazy person might see that as an invitation. Or two crazy persons.

Zane was right. She’s stretching. No wonder I was able to surprise him. I can’t focus on anything but her. She’s wearing a sports bra that barely contains her perfectly shaped breasts and matching tiny shorts, if they can even be called that. They’remore like a second skin with the way they are molded to her hips and ass. An ass I would love to grip with both hands.

Please fuck me.

I should feel ashamed. I should put the binoculars away and force Zane and myself to go home, but I don’t.

“Mierda…” I whisper as my dick hardens in my sweats.

It’s a good thing I’m wearing sweats. Jeans would be very uncomfortable right now. “Were you here last night too?” My question is met with silence.

“In this exact spot? No. I was a few feet further down,” he gives a noncommittal shrug. “She lives alone. I just wanted to make sure she got home okay.”

“Yeah, the couple steps from Clay Creations to her apartment door sure are treacherous.” I’m giving him a hard time and I know it.

When I look back through the binoculars, Spencer is staring out the window. She looks lost and alone. So very alone. Her eyes are begging,beggingus to make her feel less empty.

I’m here, Mama.

She shuts her curtains and the lights go out. Then I get it, I get why he didn’t tell me.

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