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Chapter 31
Poison
Clues aren't for fools
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“So, we’ve found nothinglinking to the number?” I ask irritatingly, leaning over the extra swivel chair by Bedford. My nails dig deep into the leather, the pressure from the friction taking some annoyance away. It’s not Bedford who I’m annoyed with.
It’s this whole fucking ordeal. I wanted to put it past me once and for all and move on. Continue to build this academy, take down another vile fucker that's involved in trafficking and Anita beside me the entire way, burning shit down in our wake.
My only goal was to get vengeance, but shit been coming out of the woodwork like a long-lost sibling.
“None. It shows that exact night the number was disconnected from all signals and satellites. Nothing can be traced back to him or her.” Bedford shakes his head in fascination. Meanwhile, I’m here gnawing my fingers into a fabric that I know has ripped through by now.
I cross my arms and take a seat, releasing an exasperated sigh. “Motherfucker,” I grit.
It’s been flooding in my brain, even in the middle of the night while Anita lies on me. It ruins my mood until she shifts her leg on my dick and places her hand on my chest where my heart rests. She’s never questioned sleeping in my room with me, and I don't know if she ever wanted to, but I also don't care because it's where she belongs. With me. Taking care of her and her wounds.
She’s supposed to sleep upright due to her ribs, but somehow by morning, her position changes, her arm wrapped around me like an anchor, and there in that split moment, everything feels okay. I feel okay, like everything can disappear besides us, and I’ll be satisfied with that.
She doesn’t realize she’s becomemyanchor. A ship that sailed into the pitch-black parts of my soul and sparked a tiny bit of light that now became something brighter. Burning Victor alive together deepened my feelings for her, and I want more of her. I want a life with her. But I fear if I come on too hard, she’ll push me away like she did after the hotel. I need to tread carefully.
I don't want to...but I need to, only to ensure the snake doesn't get away from the trap.
“Good news, you all can see who this maniac is in another week and a half,” Bedford adds, sucking me straight out of my thoughts.
I snap my eyes at him. “I need to know who that fucker is now.” I lean forward, jamming my pointer finger into the desk.
Bedford straightens his lip into a line with a shrug. “Unfortunately, without a connection, you’ll never know.”
“I’m aware. I just don’t like it.” I roll my eyes again, putting my elbow on his desk and pressing my two fingers to my temple. Problem with that is, once again, I’ll be going in more blind than we did at the gala. I despised what transpired after, only worse, I’ll discover the person behind the mayhem, and it stirs the rage, fear, disappointment up like a blender mixing ingredients.
I stuff my hand into my pocket, pulling out the circular pendant with a letter and flipping it around between my fingers. “What about this? Any information you've found on it?” I toss the ugly symbol to him, and he catches it swiftly.
“You’ll be glad to hear, Mr. grumpy. That I did.”
The doors open ahead. Anita strolls in with Mal, and my stomach turns upside like someone doing a front flip.
“What did we miss?” Mal asks, flopping down on the extra chair Bedford has.