Page 9 of Doxed

“Good afternoon, Mr. Dox.” A tall flight attendant greets as she ushers me onto the private plane. I smile and walk to a large recliner, pulling my laptop out and setting it on the table in front of me.

I sit and watch the two flight attendants saunter around the plane, readying it for takeoff. The same one comes by a little while later with a short glass tumbler with about three fingers of an amber liquid. “Mr. Cooper said to make yourself at home.” She smiles sweetly.

“Thank you.” I take the offered glass from her and set it on the table. “Where are the private quarters? I’ll need to change before landing.”

She points to the back of the plane. “Just behind that door.” I follow her finger and see the door she’s referring to. “We’ll be taking off soon,” she says before leaving.

I wait until we’re at cruising altitude and I can turn on my WiFi and get on my laptop.

I know I can trust Coop not to look into what I’m doing on his WiFi—not that he’d even know how, but I’m also not going to do some serious shit either.

After snooping through the envelope that Briar was carrying when she approached me at La Lujuria, I took a picture of the invitation and called Cooper when I was home, asking to borrow his plane to go down to Carlos Vicario’s giant villa on the Mexico/U.S.

border. I’m confident I can sneak my way in.

His security is all physical, only the bare minimum is cyber, which means any baby hacker could tear through that shit within seconds.

I didn’t expect a man of his position to be such a fucking amateur. Oh well, better for me.

I pull up the cameras that I also installed in Briar’s private room last night, which was my whole reason for going.

Originally, I was just going to wait for her to leave, but when she approached me, I couldn't resist. I had to follow her. I’ve been watching her for months, concocting the perfect plan for revenge, but I haven't ever broken that cyber boundary.

I was curious. Carlos, taking a special interest in her, only increased my need to watch her.

Him coming into the secret sex club that Los Lobos owns is something that Ronan would have wanted to know.

There has to be something more to this than him coming for pussy.

I watch Briar look for me after I left, finding the envelope on the floor where I dropped it, and then leaving.

I switch to her home cameras and fast forward the time until she walks into her apartment.

She does what I realize she does every night.

She drinks some water, stays up and watches tv for a few hours, watches the sun come up, and then goes to bed.

My fingers ache to make her feel the same pain that I’ve felt for the last fourteen years, like the other night when I watched her, and I have to close my laptop before the feeling overwhelms me.

I stand and head for the door at the back of the cabin, taking my garment bag with me.

I change into my dress shirt and expensive slacks, but I pull on a pair of black vans with them.

I'm not intending to, but I might need to ditch the property in a hurry and I'd rather do it in shoes I'm comfortable in.

Get ready Briar, there’s nowhere you can go that I won’t follow you.