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Pain shoots through my head with every movement, and the hard ground beneath me sends tremors of agony racing up my body. Heavy footsteps pound against the pavement, growing closer as I force open my eyes. Moonlight illuminates a blurry figure coming toward me. Before I can react, a hand reaches out and jerks my helmet from my head.
“Hello, Alana.”
Something cold and sharp smashes into my forehead, and everything goes black.
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Chapter Forty One
HIM
Rage coursed through me when I saw Alana’s apartment being emptied by the movers. Why was she scared of me? Nothing I’d done so far warranted this kind of treatment. My feelings of disgust only intensified the following day whenever I saw her and that cocksucker in her apartment together.
The movers removed the bookshelf and exposed the camera I planted to keep tabs on her. The idiot cops came and took the camera, but I was smarter than them. They wouldn’t find any information that could tie back to me. Bought it at a shop without cameras with a prepaid card, because I’m not fucking stupid.
It was a smart idea to put a tracking device in the trunk of Alana’s car. It made finding Andreas’ house too simple. Words couldn’t describe the thrill coursing through my body when Alana caught me watching her through his kitchen window. The shocked look on her face had kept me hard for hours after the police left.
Surprise, surprise. Once again, they didn’t find any evidence that I had been there at all, other than the slashed tires and knife I left behind. But that was intentional. A warning shot fired directly into Andreas’ smug fucking face.
Tonight, I think about the past few days as I sit watching Alana bartend. Her gray eyes sparkle when she talks to the customers. She’s wearing her signature work shirt and the same smile that graces her lips when she talks with the people who frequent the bar.
Her lipstick is red, adding an air of seduction that makes my heart race. I know she’s my soulmate. I know it because I’ve never had these feelings for another person before. She makes me feel alive and gives me a purpose, and she does all of this without even knowing. That’ll come soon enough, though.
My body turns hot when I see Andreas walk through the bar and sit at the rail. How dare he come in and talk with her right in front of me? Doesn’t he know that he’s putting her in danger? I’d never hurt Alana, but the anger I feel when he’s close to her might cause me to act out, and I’d never forgive him if that happened.
I observe their interactions from a distance, careful not to draw attention to myself. Disgust churns in my gut as I witness their flirtatious behavior, but I maintain my composure until I retreat to my car. From the neighboring parking lot, I have an unobstructed view of the exit. I sit there with bated breath, waiting for Alana to leave.
Finally, after what feels like hours, I see a figure walk through the front doors. My heart beats wildly when I realize that it’s Andreas. I can feel my grip on the wheel tightening and I consider running him down with my car, but I wait to see what will happen.
He walks to his motorcycle and stands around, waiting. Is he waiting for Alana? Is she stupid enough to leave with him right in front of me? My blood boils as I watch her walk out of the bar and jump onto the back of his bike, wrapping her arms tightly around his body. My rage consumes me, but I remind myself that this too shall pass.
They speed off down the highway and disappear into the night. I let out a slow breath before starting my car and following them. The night is black, but my headlights cut through the darkness, and I keep track of them by watching the motorcycle’s taillights light up ahead of me. They should go back to his house, but they drive off toward the country.
To prevent them from realizing how close I am, I keep my distance. Eventually, they arrive at an isolated lake surrounded by towering trees. How fucking romantic. Meanwhile, I discreetly park my car down the road and cautiously make my way through the dense woods, trying not to attract any attention.
My eyes fix on Alana and Andreas as they undress and venture into the inky waters of the lake. The moon shines down like a spotlight on them, revealing every line of their bodies in sweeping strokes of silver light. I feel my anger rising again when Andreas caresses his hand around Alana’s stomach and slides beneath the surface of the water. She responds by arching her back and throwing her head back, her lips open in a silent moan of pleasure.
The urge to run down to the lake and cut Andreas’ hands off is almost too strong for me to ignore, but I hold back. I want to see what will happen next. They speak to each other, but I’m too far away to hear them, then they walk out of the water.
My eyes widen in disbelief when I see Andreas kneel before Alana and remove her panties before spreading her legs wide. He eats her pussy slowly, savoring the taste before licking and teasing her clit until she falls back in ecstasy. I watch with seething anger as Alana writhes beneath him, her body shaking with pleasure.
The sight is too much to bear, and I can feel my hands shaking with rage. I want nothing more than to jump out of the bushes and stop him from going any further, but something inside me holds me back. I force myself to stay hidden and take deep breaths in order to steady my racing heart.
The sight of his disrespectful behavior toward her becomes unbearable, prompting me to seek refuge in my car. The realization hits me as I drive away: I need to speed up my timeline. I can’t let Alana stay distracted by Andreas for long. My anger builds as I drive away from them. I slam my foot on the brake and do a U-turn. Tonight, I will finally let Alana know who the love of her life really is.
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Chapter Forty Two
Andreas
A loud noise startles me awake. I struggle to open my eyes, a sharp pain throbbing deep inside my temple. The dew-covered blades of grass tickle my skin as I lay there, disoriented. My mouth feels like sandpaper, and I slowly try to sit up. The pain in my head makes me nauseous, and I lean over and empty the contents of my stomach. I retch until there’s nothing left, then I groan and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
My voice croaks as I try to turn around and see if she’s somewhere nearby. “Alana?”
Groggily, I stagger to my feet and look around. My motorcycle is lying on its side on the side of the road, its headlight illuminating the tree line. I walk over and glance to see if there’s any visible damage before turning my head back to the road. All I can see is darkness, and I hear no sound other than the wind rustling through the trees and the crickets chirping all around me.
Alana. Where is Alana?is a constant echo in my head, and I trudge away from the scene of the crash, desperately searching for her. Rocks and branches reach out and make me stumble. My vision blurs, and I cry out when I hit my head on a low hanging tree branch.
