Page 13 of Capturing Ava
“Ava,”
“He was there. He was, you believe me, don’t you?”
“I believe you saw something, yes, babe, but he was right. You didn’t see who it was, so who would they know to look for?”
“It’s him, isn’t it?” I sob.
“My dad? Skulking in the shadows.” She shakes her head. “You know that’s not his style.”
“That’s true. Then who is it?”
“I don’t know.” She whispers while stroking my hair on the floor. “You know what you need.” I look up at her and shake my head. “Some heavy muscle.” She smiles.
“Oh, yeah.” I roll my eyes. “I keep that in my closet. Let me just go fish it out.”
“I know a guy.”
“No, Audrey.”
“Wouldn’t you feel safer with a bodyguard around here?”
“No, I would feel like I was being watched.”
“You already are. At least this way you would have somebody protecting you.”
“I don’t know.” I grimace at her idea of a bodyguard.
“Meet him. If you don’t like him, then we will just have to catch him on camera.” I peer at her closely. “I can see if he is available and he can watch you while we are out, as a kind of trial run. What do you think?”
“Okay,” I finally give in because what did I have to lose—only my life?
5
AJOBFORCHASE
CHASE
How could she not remember me?
Was our night that unmemorable and the biggest question was, why did I fucking care? Only we knew what happened that night. The gift I left for her was supposed her make her realise. Why hadn’t she figured out that her mystery guest was me?
The moment Audrey calls me, my blood is boiling. Some guy? Some fucking guy and what had I done? Agreed to be her bodyguard. Well, it wasn’t the worst idea I had ever had.
“Chase, are you coming?” Gage asks me.
“Sorry buddy, got a job to do.”
“A job?” He raises a quizzical brow in my direction. “Hey Damon,” I hear him shout. “Chase doesn’t have a job scheduled, does he?” I groan as I see him striding towards us.
“Unless his job is to fuck something up, no.” Ah, still annoyed about the whole being hunted by Nikoli.
“Then you’re free?” Gage announces.
“No, I’m not. I have a job to do.” I grit back.
“What job are you doing? Can I tag along?” Miles asks with a mouthful of chips. His long brown hair falls across his face and an innocent smile crosses his face as he looks back at me with his amber eyes full of mischief.
“No, I work alone.”
