Page 21 of The Devil's Weakness

That night was the first and only time I wished I lived alone. Not that there can ever be anything between us—especially now—but that would have fucked up any chance I had to be with her.

Now, she will have to live in my dreams forever.

Just as I’m about to get out of my truck again, she stands and straightens her clothes. Before walking back into her room, she stops and looks around the parking lot. Her eyes lock on mine, but I know she can’t see me. Then she marches back inside and slams the door behind her.

Okay, Blade. Now’s your chance.

Or…

I could hold off for a little while. Sometimes I return with my kill immediately, but sometimes I like to play with it for a little while first. The hunt is exhilarating. It fuels me. I get lost in the chase, taking my time and choosing just the right moment to strike. I could watch Sasha all day, every day. For the past two years, I’ve had to do it from a distance and without alerting her or my brothers to my fucked-up hobby.

Now that I’m out here with her, all alone, I’m not ready for it to end. I can watch her as much as I want, with no one around to question me about it. Of course, I’d have to stay in my truck. I can’t hide in plain sight around her. She knows exactly who I am.

The sooner I take her, the sooner I’ll have to return home, which means I’ll constantly have people over my shoulder, and I can’t guarantee no one will touch her. Though, I’ll fight my hardest to try.

It’s a tricky situation.

I don’t like the idea of betraying my family. However, the protector inside of me, the warrior who will fight to the death to save them, yearns to save this girl, too.

I debate what to do for a few minutes before I see her door swing open again. She walks out with a backpack on, looking like she knows where she’s going. I watch her leave the motel parking lot and begin her walk down the road.

Is she hitchhiking?

Hmm.

Maybe I could be the one to pick her up. Intrigued by this idea, I give her a few minute's head start before I leave, so it’s not obvious that I am following her.

After I’ve waited for as long as I can, I turn my truck on and pull out of the parking lot. I see her small form ahead, still retreating from the motel, heading back toward the highway. Maintaining a reasonable, non-stalker-like speed, I wait for the moment she puts her thumb into the air and hopes that someone will pick her up. At the same time, I don’t want her doing something that stupid. If she does, and I do pick her up, that’s going to be the first thing I yell at her about on our two-hour drive home. As I get closer, she turns around and catches my truck in her sights. She doesn’t slow down, and she doesn’t stop. She also doesn’t try to get my attention, so I’ll pull over.

What’s your plan, little girl?

Without slowing down any more, I pass by, locking eyes with her again as I go. There’s a gas station up ahead. I need to fill up and take a leak, so I can do that while I wait for her to make it to the end of this road.

I park my truck at the pump and start fueling up, and then I walk inside to use the bathroom. After I’m finished here, she should still be within sight of the gas station. If I go to the intersection, I’ll probably be able to see which direction she is headed. Once I locate her again, it’s game over. I need to get her back to the clubhouse. Stone knows I like to play sometimes, but I’m surprised he hasn’t asked me why I’m not back yet.

With Iron laying in the infirmary at the clubhouse, he will want her back immediately.

Once I’m done pissing, I wash my hands and open the door. Before I take one step out of the bathroom, I see Sasha standing at the rack of shelves in front of me. Her back is to me, and I duck back into the bathroom before she sees me. I close the door almost all the way and peek at her through the crack between the hinges. She’s scanning the shelf in front of her, looking at the small bottles of soap.

My dick hardens, remembering the way her lotion smelled at her house last night.

Suddenly, she looks around the store. First to the door, then toward the cashier. From there, she looks to the right, toward the drink coolers.

Can you feel me watching you?

Finally, she turns around toward the bathroom. I pull my head away from the opening so she can’t see me. If she does, then I’ll need to grab her and go as quickly as I can before there are too many witnesses. This isn’t our jurisdiction, and the liberties afforded to us in Whispering Valley won’t be the same here. I wait a minute or two before I have another look. When I do, she’s gone. Searching around, I see her filling up a cup of coffee. I’m able to sneak out of the bathroom and out ofthe store while she’s preoccupied. I jump in my truck and hide behind the rear of the gas station.

I sit there and wait to see which direction she heads. It takes a few minutes, but finally, her form appears, walking down the road back toward the motel with a large coffee in hand.

This time, I slowly drive to the road, where I sit and watch her become smaller and smaller the further away she gets. When I pull out, I continue my slow pace until I make sure she turns back into the motel parking lot.

For the first time in what feels like forever, I don’t know what my next move is going to be.

Do I swoop in and take her before she gets back into her room? Or do I wait around and see what this little girl is made of?

Once you go home, there’s no going back.

I need more time with her. Even if she stays in that motel room for the rest of the day, I’ll still be able towatchher. I’ll lose that opportunity the moment that we step foot in the clubhouse. I better enjoy it while I still can.

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