Page 98 of Undisputed Chaos
On my surveillance feed, I watched Isla's face illuminate as she read my command, her phone casting light across those perfect features.
The white ribbon around her throat caught the glow—my mark, my claim, myfuckingproperty.
Her fingers hovered over the screen for a moment before she typed her response.
Isla
Everything?
One word. Loaded with hesitation that made my jaw clench and my fingers drum faster.
Adrian
Every. Fucking. Thing.
Please, angel.
Because I was going to burn it all to dust and scatter the remains where that pathetic fuck will never find them.
On screen, she nodded to herself and stood, my good girl already obeying.
I switched camera angles, following her movement through the apartment like a digital stalker, which I absolutely was.
She started in her closet, and I leaned forward when she pulled out a blue sweater from the back, holding it with a wistfulness that made my blood simmer.
"That's it, angel," I murmured to my empty room, the piranhas behind me circling restlessly.
They could sense my predatory mood, probably wondering if they'd get fresh meat tonight.
Patience, my beauties. Soon.
She tossed the sweater onto her bed, then reached for a shoebox on the top shelf. When she opened it, I leaned forward, eyes narrowing. It held photos, notes, a few small stuffed animals.
Each memento was another thread connecting her to a past that didn't include me, and I fuckinghatedit.
My phone buzzed:
Connor
Skipping practice?
Adrian
Rain check. Angel duty.
Jax
Domestic bliss already?
Adrian
We’re burning everything Noah ever gave her.
Jax
Good.
Connor
