Page 70 of Madden

Chapter Twenty

Madden

I’ve been on edge the past few days, and the only thing that’s helped keep me sane are my drums.

I’m thankful I have another set or I’d probably be going out of my mind.

Squeezing my eyes closed, I let the energy reverberate through my body. Sweat drips from my brow, the audio plays back through my headphones, and I get lost in the music.

When the song ends, I reach for my water bottle and unscrew the cap, glancing up to find Abel standing across the room. He leans against the doorway, watching me, waiting for me to stop.

“What’s up?”

He nods. “I don’t want to interrupt you, but we have some shit going on again.”

“What?” I ask, my body tensing.

“It’s Hanna. I caught her outside about twenty minutes ago.”

My brows knit together. “What do you mean you caught her?”

“She was on the back of the property, walking along the lower level. It looked like she was trying to peek inside the window. What she was looking for, though, I have no clue.”

What the hell?

What could she possibly want? I thought after our conversation at the album release party, she’d get the hint to leave me alone.

You’re going to regret this, Madden. I promise you’ll regret hurting me.

“Did you ask her?”

He nods. “She didn’t say anything and took off running back to her car. I couldn’t tell for sure, the windows were too dark, but I think someone was inside with her.”

“Are you serious?”

I set my sticks on my drums. Pushing myself to stand, I use my T-shirt sleeve to wipe the sweat dripping down my face.

“All right, thanks for letting me know. I’ll talk to her.”

“I think you should be careful, man. Somethin’s not right with that girl.”

My brows deepen in question, and he shrugs.

“I don’t know. I can’t describe it, but something about the look in her eye gave me a weird vibe. I don’t think she’s thinkin’ straight, and I’d hate for you to get stuck in her crosshairs.”

I nod. “Got it,” I grit, stalking past him upstairs.

I’m on a mission, heading straight for the bathroom to shower. If Hanna still hasn’t listened, it looks like I’m going to have to take matters into my own hands and go talk to her again.

We need to get to the bottom of this, and I wasn’t going to let her come around snooping through my shit. Not after the window and our studio were damaged.

We still haven’t figured out who it was or why they took it this far. What we were able to get from the video footage, it wasn’t Hanna. The figure was dressed in all black and was built like a male.

After I get cleaned up and dressed, I climb into my Acura and pull out of my garage, gunning it as I head down the long driveway. The gate opens as soon as I’m near, and I floor it when I hit the highway leading into Carolina Beach.

I love living on the outskirts of town. It is quiet, away from people, and it gives me the space and peace I enjoy.

The drive into town took a few minutes before I pull up outside Hanna’s place.

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