Page 32 of Obsessive Love

"Okay, copy that," Jaylen says, gripping the steering wheel and pushing his foot down further. I watch as our surroundings whizz past and when I see the traffic lights coming up ahead of us, I squeeze my eyes shut and hold onto the sides of the seat, anticipating the turn before it happens.

Jaylen bombs it down the next street and we both glance in his side mirrors, waiting to see if the SUV is still behind us. As we get closer to the turning for King Street, the SUV appears in the mirrors, approaching us quickly from behind.

"Jaylen, quick!" I scream, hoping he can do what Kaleb suggested and make it out of this safe.

He yanks on the wheel and sends the car careening left onto King Street before he spins it again and sends the back of the car skidding the opposite way as he turns right, aiming for the small side street Kaleb told us about. The car lurches forward as we drive over a pothole at the side street entrance and Jaylen stomps down on the brakes, sending us to a screeching halt halfway down the dark street.

The sounds of our heavy breathing fill the car as we both stare at the side mirrors, waiting for the SUV to go whizzing past. When it does exactly that a few seconds later, we both breathe a sigh of relief.

"Did you make it? Have they gone past?" Kaleb shouts.

I jump in my seat and scramble to grab the phone from where I'd dropped it on the floor.

"Yeah, we made it," I sigh, placing a hand against my chest to feel my racing heartbeat. "They drove past us."

"Okay, get the hell out of there and get back to Jericho's now. We'll discuss this whole situation when you get there."

Chapter Twenty-Two

Kaleb

Standing on the front porch of Jericho's house, I keep my gaze focused on the long driveway, waiting to see Jaylen's silver BMW come into view. My heart is pounding in my chest and my jaw is aching from the way I've been gritting my teeth together for the past twenty minutes.

Jericho is standing beside me on the phone, barking orders at some of our men currently scouring camera footage throughout London, trying to track down the car that was following Sophia.

I pull my phone from my pocket and pull up the tracking app, watching as her blinking blue dot moves closer towards me. I switch over to my text messages with Miles reading his last response.

Miles:

I can't condone this behaviour anymore, Kaleb. Installing the tracker into the butterfly clip was far enough. I will not give you one that you can embed in her skin.

Kaleb

At least think about it for longer than five fucking minutes. You know I'll pay you graciously.

Miles:

No.

You're crazy.

Find someone else for your psychotic shit.

I growl in frustration and swipe back onto the tracking app.

When I see she's now closing in on the front gates, I shove my phone back into my pocket and focus on the pebbled drive.

As soon as the car comes into view, I'm walking down the steps towards it. Before Jaylen's even parked properly, I'm tearing her door open, scanning my eyes across her delicate face first before I examine her body, checking for any scrape, bruise, or bump that wasn't there before.

Once I determine that she's okay, I feel my shoulders slump in relief. I look over the roof of the car and when I see Jericho staring at me, waiting for an indication of whether she's okay, I nod.

He watches me for a moment before turning around and walking back into the house, still on the phone.

"How did you know where we were?"

The angry shout has my gaze dropping back down to my girl and when I see her attempting to glare at me, my lips stretch into a wide, genuine smile.

Her nostrils flare and her beautiful crystal blue eyes narrow further.

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