Page 5 of Deceit

There’s no hit on my programs and disappointment fills me. I don’t get a single glimpse of the bike in the weeks following the one and only sighting of this girl. At the very least, I want her to know she can have someone ride with her at night when things are so different compared to the day. I hate the thought of someone riding on their own because they don’t know anyone else around who rides. It’s one of the few reasons I go to bike meets every now and then because I can guarantee I’ll always find someone who doesn’t have a steady riding partner and make sure they know I’m just a phone call away if they ever get too lost in their head and need that person to have their six when they’re out on their own.

The rest of the night I give my full attention to Hope and Jinx. We watch a few movies and I end up falling asleep early. It gets dark early these days and I hate that shit. I don’t hear Jinx and my cousin leave my room and make sure the door is locked behind them or them turn the TV on low so I have some kind of light in case I wake up in the middle of the night. They’re always taking such good care of me and I’ll never be able to repay them for all they’re doing on a daily basis.

Chapter Four

Brynn

ANOTHER TWO WEEKS havepassed without any sign of the biker showing up at Turn the Page again. I’ve used the time to get a lot of work done in my book and this time there’s very little I’ve changed or removed from what I’ve already written. My Mimi has called me a few more times and I’ve talked to her each time. She’s getting pushier about finding out what’s going on with me. I’m not very good at hiding when things bother me over the phone apparently. Especially when she video chats me and can see the fear filling my eyes because I’ve just gotten something from my stalker.

The last thing he sent me were actual words from the book I’ve been working on so hard at the book store. I’ve searched all over the store and there’s no way he could’ve gotten behind me without me knowing he was there. The chair I sit in is a little less than two feet from the wall and there’s no bookshelves or anything at my back. In my section of the store, bookshelves are actually more than ten feet away from where I sit. I’ve got an outlet right behind me so I can plug my laptop in, the chair is easily moveable and the table is small enough for my laptop, coffee, and muffin but not much else. The notebook I keep with me filled with ideas and notes about what’s been written so far rests on my lap and my pencil is tucked behind my ear or sticking out of my hair when I have it up in a messy bun. My dad and uncle showed me how to spot cameras in my home and anywhere I go as well. There aren’t any that have been placed where I sit in Turn the Page.

This leads my mind to going over every single possible place he could’ve gotten a glimpse at my work in progress. The only possible way this fucker could’ve seen any of my work is by getting in my house. Somehow they would’ve had to bypass my security system and make sure it didn’t alert the cops or other emergency services. My Mimi just happened to call me when that realization shook me to my core. I wanted to immediately get up and search my house for any sign someone had been inside, but I had to get through the conversation with her before I could do that.

When we were finally off the phone, I went through each room of my house and didn’t leave a single inch untouched or looked at. Every dark crevice was searched and it turned up nothing. At least until I got to my bedroom and discovered the horrible scene in front of me. My bedding was shredded and in the middle of the bed was a puddle of cum. A pair of panties that had been in my dirty laundry was left next to the puddle and I gagged while trying to remain on my feet. Every pair of panties from my laundry basket had been taken and the drawer with my clean underwear and bras was open with various colors of material hanging over the side of the drawer and in piles on the floor at my feet. More pictures of me all over Pine View were left behind in a trail from my closet out to my bed and then into my bathroom. A message was left on my mirror in my red lipstick.

You are mine. Every move you make is monitored and I see everything. Enjoy the gift I left behind. All my love.

My entire body was trembling and I couldn’t do anything to stop it from happening. Tears fill my eyes and spill over my lashes to roll down my face. I drop to my knees in the middle of my bathroom and don’t have the energy to get back up. This is getting to be too fucking much and I don’t know if I should truly bring someone in to help me. My dad is going to lose his mind along with the rest of the men in my family once they find out. Still, I don’t go get my phone to make the call. If I call in the police, they might not do anything at all. I know they can take samples to try and find out who is responsible from what’s been left on my bed and they can dust for fingerprints, but that’s not necessarily going to do anything either. At the very least, the person finds out I’ve gone to the police and gets pissed off. If they can’t find him, he’ll still be free to continue stalking me only he might actually take me and no one will know where the fuck I am.

I’m not sure how much time passes before I can finally get off my knees. Instead of taking care of the mess that’s been left behind, I leave the room and close the door behind me. I’ll need to go in there to get clothes, but I honestly don’t want to touch anything that’s been in there while he was digging through my belongings. I’ve also got video cameras up around the house and know I have to eventually go through them to determine how he got inside the house, but I don’t have it in me to do that right this minute. Instead, I go back to the living room and make sure my gun is still under the couch and loaded. Keeping it close by, I lay down and pull the blanket from the back of the couch over me and let my eyes slide closed.

Sitting in the bookstore at the same table I always occupy, I’m lost in my work as the seat across from me is pulled out. Startled, I look up to find the same biker sitting across from me with a smirk on his face.

“Hey, Kitten. Did you miss me?” he asks me, as a blush covers my cheeks and I lose my train of thought.

“Miss you? Why would I miss you?” I return, my voice breathy sounding as I look up at him.

Yes, even sitting down I have to look up to the man across from me. This is the part of myself I don’t like all that much. My height means I’m shorter than everyone around me. I was always the shortest of the kids in the club and even today I get carded every single place I go because no one believes I’m twenty-one and can drink. Add on the fact that I have curves I can’t seem to lose no matter how often I workout and diet, and I feel like I’m some kind of freak because of the way I look.

“Admit it that you missed me. I told you the last time we met that I’m a guy who goes after what I want and I want to go on a date with you,” he says, the same smirk in place as he leans back in the chair and gets comfortable like he’ll be here a while.

“And then you disappeared without a trace until today. Seems as though something had your attention over the last few weeks,” I tell him, giving away more than what I want with my words.

“It’s not what you think. I was in a bike crash a while ago and I’m goin’ through physical therapy. The days after those sessions aren’t very good for me and I’ve had more testin’ and stuff done because of my therapist. That’s where my attention’s been,” he informs me, letting me see his truth as he continues to look me in the eyes while we talk. “You don’t have a book you’re readin’ today.”

“No. Today my focus has been on work. Well, until you showed up,” I tell him, my own smirk in place as he moves his arms and I watch the ink covering his skin ripple with the movement.

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