Page 85 of Undisputed Chaos
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Adrian
Istrolled into our private gym early, practically vibrating with excitement as I cradled my new iPad Pro in its matte black case.
The setup had taken most of the night—coding the custom surveillance app, installing the tiny button cameras throughout Isla's apartment while she slept, and programming the motion sensors to alert me if so much as a dust bunny moved wrong.
But seeing her peaceful sleeping form through the screen made every sleepless minute worth it.
I was such a romantic psychopath.
"Look what I've got," I sang, bouncing on my toes like an overgrown puppy as I approached the training area.
Connor and Jax were already warming up, their iPads propped on identical stands at the edge of the mat.
Connor barely glanced up from his shadowboxing, but I caught the slight twitch of his lips when he noticed the iPad in my hands.
“Finally joining the stalking club?"
"Damn right I am." I set my iPad next to theirs with ceremonial precision, angling it just so.
Three screens in a row—our own little command center of obsession.
Jax's showed Estelle in at the academy, already reviewing files at her desk like the brilliant principal she was, and Connor's displayed Sierra in their penthouse, getting ready to meet Estelle.
The two girls loved being the big bosses at the academy, and Estelle happily let Sierra manage the fancy library in there.
And now…mine, with Isla's blonde waves spilling across her pillow, my white ribbon still tied loosely around her throat like a collar.
We were three certified lunatics with our own personal porn. As Connor once put it.
Jax paused his heavy bag workout, gold chain swinging against his bare chest as he leaned over to examine my setup.
"Nice quality. Where'd you hide the cameras?"
"Everywhere," I grinned, swiping through different angles on the screen.
"Bookshelf, kitchen vent, this little ceramic thing she loves, and my personal favorite—" I switched to a view that showed Isla's sleeping face in perfect detail "—inside the alarm clock."
"Sneaky bastard,” Jax approved, tapping the screen admiringly. "You get audio?"
"What kind of amateur do you think I am?" I scoffed, turning up the volume just enough to hear Isla's soft breathing. The sound sent a pleasant shiver through me.
“I can hear if she so much as sighs my name in her sleep."
Connor approached, towel draped around his neck, dark eyes assessing my handiwork.
"Look at us," I cheered, gesturing to our row of screens. "Three psychos with three goddesses. Who would've thought we’d all find our missing pieces?”
"Speak for yourself," Jax smirked, already returning to his workout. "I'm perfectly sane."
I barked out a laugh, pulling off my top and tossing it onto the bench. "Says the man who literally begged me to run him over.”
"Irrelevant," he defended, landing a particularly vicious hook on the bag.
I began wrapping my hands, the familiar ritual calming the constant buzz of energy under my skin from having my Isla.
"Speaking of, I need to tell you guys about Noah."
