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“I warned you.”
Abby and I speak simultaneously.
Before security can make their way through the crowd, I twist out of Adam’s grip and kick him in the nuts. He bends over wailing and grabbing his junk. I grip his neck and yank his head down and bring my knee up to connect with his nose.
Blood spurts from his face as he falls to the floor. Security finally reaches us, and the first guy grabs me.
“Don’t touch her.” Abby pushes between us. “Adam accosted her. She defen?—”
“Delaney,” I state.
Abby nods. “Delaney was minding her own business. Adam asked her to dance, she declined, and he grabbed her. She told Adam to let her go, he refused. This is the result.”
“You okay?” security guy number one asks while the other hauls Adam off the floor and leads him down a hallway toward the back of the building. Abby follows.
“I’m fine,” I huff.
“We were on our way. Abby called for us.”
“Never hurts for a woman to know how to defend herself either,” I say defensively.
He holds up his hands. “I know. I wish my sister would learn.”
I drop my chin. “Sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry.” He rubs the back of his neck. “Well, as long as you’re okay, I need to return to the floor.”
“All good, thanks.”
Abby reappears at my side as the guard leaves. She thrusts a piece of paper into my hand. “Here.”
“What’s this?” I turn it over. “No fucking way! How? What?”
“They’re giving away four tonight,” Abby explains as I admire the Apple concert ticket in my hand. “I told the manager what happened and explained this was a better trade than having the cops in here tonight. He agreed.”
“I was gonna try to buy scalp tickets,” I mumble. “Thank you.”
“After that bullshit, it’s the least I can do.”
Adrenaline courses through my veins, and I know from experience that I’ll crash soon. I thank Abby again for having my back and for the concert ticket. I walk to the parking garage where I left my car and plug the hotel’s address into my GPS.
This is it, Daphne. This is the week I take that asshole down.
CHAPTER 9
I pace the length of the living room in the condo I rented in Nashville for the week leading up to Apple Caldwell’s concert. I’ve covered my tracks so that I can’t be linked to the area and am eager for my next kill.
The last ten years have been a thrill, but the next few months are shaping up to be the culmination of all my hard work. I’ve kept tabs on Kyle Gruber and Delaney Jefferson since I eliminated their favorite people in the world. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that Kyle has ties to the famous Apple.
As for Delaney… Well, that bitch has been tracking me since the night I stole her twin from her. I left that stupid map at the last scene for a reason. Delaney’s smart. If she can get her hands on the evidence, she’ll know where to go.
The smart thing to do would be to take both of them out while I can, but I never claimed to be a smart man. I want them to suffer through more of my fun. Their time will come soon enough.
My cell rings, startling me out of my murder-fueled fantasies, and I pick it up from the coffee table. Smiling at the name on the screen, I press the green button to answer.
“Hey, Mom.”
“Hi, honey,” she greets. “How’s the research going?”
