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“Right.”

Sighing, I shove my hands into my pockets. “We’re not going to talk about it. This is like when you got your fist stuck in Molly’s pu–”

“Fuck, okay, okay. I got it. No need to bring that nightmare up,” Kyler growls, shaking his body to get rid of the bad memories. I chuckle, thinking back to that mishap.

“I broke into his apartment,” I state.

“Yeah, that’s usually what happens–”

“No, I mean I did it again. That’s… that’s where I was when you called. I went there after Nathan, and then I went back when he uh, when he was asleep.” I can’t look at him. We murder people all the time and torture them. But telling him that I broke into someone's apartment and watched them feels a little like crossing a line.

“Well, that’s, that’s different,” Kyler finally says. Glancing over, he waits until we make eye contact to burst out laughing.

“Fuck you,” I mutter. “Want to tell me what he did?” I deflect, hoping he takes the bait.

“Nice.” Of course, he knew exactly what I was doing. “He was hurting one of the girls down at the club. Thought I’d take the trash out.”

“Well, I’ll leave you to it. Just text Emilia or Killian to wipe the camera feed,” I say, making my way to the exit.

Climbing into my SUV, I fight the urge to drive to Gabriel’s apartment once again, knowing this growing obsession can’t go any further. That still doesn’t stop me when I turn left towards downtown instead of right towards my house.

4

Tobias

One Month Later

The clouds block out the early sun, the fresh rain smell clinging to the air. My brows pull together, watching Gabriel as he steps out of his apartment building into the chilly air.

I wanted to get here before he woke up, but after having dropped Kyler off at his penthouse since he knew where I was going. I got here as quickly as I could, but it was fast enough.

Pulling my hood further down my face, I take a drag of my cigarette. Inhaling the smoke, I feel a moment of calmness. But it’slost the moment he takes a right and starts walking down the sidewalk. My blood heats as he keeps his head down, unaware of his surroundings. Why isn’t he paying attention? The idea of something happening to him, because he’s not paying attention, is irrational, but I’m barely holding on to any strength I have not to march behind Gabriel and simply kidnap him. To teach him a lesson. How can he be so fucking careless?

Taking one last drag from my cigarette, I drop it into a puddle before following behind Gabriel. Making sure to keep close enough that if someone were to try anything, I’d be there in an instant, but far enough that it doesn’t appear that I am following him.

Shoving my hands into my pockets, I continue following Gabriel until he steps into Coffee Bears Co., the coffee place he always goes into and always comes out with an iced coffee, no matter the temperature it is outside, along with a bag. It took me a few days to figure out he got three donuts, one glazed, one with sprinkles, and one raspberry glazed. I only had to pay the barista a couple hundred to tell me.

Stepping inside, I stand off to the side, watching as he orders before stepping off to the side. His phone starts to ring. Flinching he quickly pulls it out of his pocket, answering.

“Hey,” he mumbles, stepping further back. Closer to me.

Watching him from the corner of my eye, I try to keep myself up against the wall. I don’t need any regulars or the same barista noticing me. Though it wouldn’t be that big of an issue. I could just pay her off orkillher.

“Honey, you do realize Christmas is still two months away, right?” He chuckles into the phone. My gut turns at the word honey. I need to put a tracker on his phone. I want to see who he’s texting and calling. I don’t know why I haven’t done it before. Probably because I don’t want to get Emilia involved. But just like her mother, my Aunt Aziza,Emilia is just as annoying but crazy smart when it comes to computers. Aunt Aziza and Uncle Killian, long-lost lovers, are too smart when it comes to hacking into systems and accounts. Emilia is just as bad. Might be even worse.

“I’ll try to be there.” He sighs, sounding sad and defeated. I didn’t like that sound. “I can’t make any promises. I have a job.”

“Gabe!” the barista yells, setting his order down on the counter before walking away.

“Hey, listen honey, I’ll see what I can do. But I have to go… yes, of course, love you too.” Hanging up, Gabriel pockets his phone before grabbing his order and rushing out the door. Pulling my hood further down my face again, I step out into the cool air, once again following behind him.

5

Gabriel

Ihave a stalker.

That little shit might think I don’t realize. But I know. I might not know who it is exactly, or why he continues to follow me. But I’m not as dumb as he thinks I am. If not for the white paintbrush with a black rose, he’s left every single day for the past month, or my front door handle that used to be broken, never locking, and now magically is different and does lock, then it was the dry cum I had glued to my face when I woke up this morning.

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