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Joey is walking through the house to gather as much information as he can. “She’s not here. How did he get in?”
“Fuck,” I utter. It all makes sense now. “Adam is the stalker, isn’t he?”
Chapter Thirty-Four
STALKER
The deal was too good to pass up when Lorcan approached me a few months ago. He had promised I would rise in ranks for his family if I denounced mine. The catch? All I had to do was get his damn daughter back.
Serena was a means to an end. She keeps pretending like she doesn’t want me; that’s fine. I will hand her back to the same person who wants to destroy her. I have tried repeatedly to get her to see that I’m her true love. With me rising in the ranks for The McGuire Family, it would make perfect sense for Serena to be standing by my side.
Serena Jermaine is mine… but as Serena McGuire.
I must admit I’m proud of myself for the effort and the amount of work I put into setting Max up and getting myself inside the house. With my security company, I have access to a wide range of equipment, making it easy to record her daily life.
“Serena, why did you do this to yourself? To me?” I mutter to myself as I pack up my stuff to go and get her.
She’s tainted. She’s dirty now that she has been with Max. I can barely stand looking at her. However, I won’t let him have her. That dumb bitch, Stella, can’t have her, either. If I’m not going to keep her, then she will die with me.
I packed a bottle of bleach, duct tape, rope, a taser, a gun, handcuffs, and a black sweatshirt into my backpack before running out the door. I watched the fight she had with Stella at Alpha, and then watched her fight with Max.
I’m at her house in minutes, unlocking the door, disarming the alarm, and then hiding behind one of the walls as I wait for her. My fingers graze the needle in my pocket that holds the serum to make her pass out. If I know anything about her, she’s not going down without a fight.
My phone call with Max gave me all the ammunition I needed to get my girl. She’s mine. After Serena is safe, I’m going to kill Max. How dare he touch what belongs to me?
Fuck.
My mind keeps replaying all the times I watched him with her. All of the times she was with someone else when she should have been with me. I’m going to kill every single one of those mother fuckers until they are all gone.
I smell her breeze through the house. She smells like sunshine andmine. I wait for her to finish packing her stuff. When she comes to live with me, she will leave all of this behind and will only wear what I allow her to wear. She will only be mine. No more being Mistress Aphrodite.
“Serena,” I breathe out once my needle has pierced her neck. She blinks several times, and I see the minute she realizes who I am. Serena falls into my arms gracefully, and I pick her up.
“Fuck off,” I growl at my ringing phone.
Serena is still wearing the outfit she had on at Alpha, and it would be perfect for me to touch her. Taste her. Should I just lay her out here and fuck her?Max will be here soon.I can’t risk him knowing I have her.
He’s so dumb. His ex-girlfriend died a long time ago. I know she died because I’m the one who killed her. She was a whoreanyway. I don’t know why he thinks he can take what belongs to me. She was mine, too. Before Serena.
I’m barreling out of the house as quickly as I can to the van I have stashed behind the trees. My phone rings again, and then as soon as it clicks off, it rings through. I know Lorcan wants to know where I am. I know he wants his daughter back home, and then she’s going to be married to me by the end of the night.
I placed her gently in the van, then fished out my phone and answered it. “What?” I bark.
“Look here, mother fucker,” Lorcan begins. “If you ignore my calls again, I’ll put a bullet in your goddamn head. Do you understand me?”
After I’m in the front seat and have started the van, I pull out into the road. “Fine. I got her. She’s in the back.”
He clucks his tongue. “Excellent. I can’t wait to have my daughter back home.”
“We’ll be there shortly,” I mumble.
“The serum will wear off in a couple of hours. Make sure you have her here in an hour,” he warns before hanging up.
Looking at her sleeping in the back of the van, I notice how the robe makes her look like a present. “Fuck it,” I tell myself before pulling off to the side of the road.
I’m crawling through the van once I’m parked, to lie on top of her. I can’t wait to feel her again. Her skin has always been so smooth. I love the way she smells so sweet and pure.
“I have missed you,” I whisper in her ear.
