Page 6 of Jealous Stalker

“Seriously, who the fuck are?—?”

“Do. You. Understand?” I grit out.

“Yeah. Sure. Look I wasn’t going to do any?—”

“Get fucking moving. She needs to sleep. She has an early shift. Keep the phone on.”

He lowers the phone a fraction and reaches for the lead. His head swings to the window once more before he tugs on it.

Ella looks down at her wrist but I can tell she’s still asleep. But she, thank fuck, lets the asshole direct her back to her room.

I pull up my small tablet, the one I use just for this, for keeping tabs on my priceless prince, night and day, and watch on the hallway camera I put in place as he leads her back into her room.

He jumps out of the way as she nearly bumps into him but he keeps tugging until her knees nudge the side of her bed.

Habit and muscle memory kicks, and she crawls back into bed, pulling the covers over herself. Her eyes close and it’s like the sleepwalking incident never happened.

I want to breathe a sigh of relief but I have this fucker to deal with.

I glance around, wondering if there’s still a way to do it in person, to impress the gravity of what he almost did on him, but the neighbour has decided to smoke a last cigarette before he heads inside.

And maybe he senses something because his eyes keep scanning the trees. He’s not a threat. I can deal with him in two second if he too decides to get on my wrong side tonight.

I redirect my focus, wait until the piece of shit he stumbles to the living room and strides straight for the window. He peers out, gaze darting about, searching for me.

Of course, I’m too well-concealed for him to spot me.

His eyes snag on the neighbour and I smile.

“You don’t need to worry about him. I’m your greatest threat.” I watch his throat move and my smile widens. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to pack your things and get the fuck out of there. Right now. Make up some bullshit excuse for your girlfriend. You have five minutes.”

“Come on, I wasn’t really going to do anything,” he says with a forced laugh.

I don’t reply, and I see the moment my heavy silence wears him down.

He tries another nervous laugh. “Look I don’t know who the hell you are, but why should I let some rando stalker tell me what to do? What assurances do I have that you won’t come in here after I leave and do…harm to Ella?” His voice trembles a little and I know he’s shitting himself where he stands.

“Because I’ve been protecting her from shitheads like you far longer than you know. From tonight, you make sure you’re never alone in a room with her and I won’t put a sniper bullet in your head. Got it?”

His eyes widen in naked fear before his head bobs. “Yeah, sure.”

“Good. Oh and I don’t want to see you back here before you leave for your little trip to Costa Rica. We clear?”

His sharp inhale makes me almost smile.

“That’s right, Carl. I know everything about you. And you’ve lost another thirty seconds.”

“Wait. Sure, sure, I’m leaving.” He hightails it to the room he should’ve stayed in instead of ogling my girl. “What about when we get back?”

“Ella won’t be here when you get back.”

“Jesus, listen you know I can’t just let you?—”

“Breathe a word of this to anyone. Including your girlfriend. I fucking dare you.”

I end the call and he drops his hand, sends another terrified glance out the window before he starts gathering his things. He’s ready in under four minutes.

He exits the building like his ass is on fire, glancing around skittishly before he strides towards his battered Honda. The sound of his slamming door makes a few dogs bark and the neighbour frown.

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