Page 3 of Marked by the Pack (Crooked Point #2)

I swallowed hard. I knew he knew because he was rich! He had access to everything. Even secret things. Things normal people weren’t supposed to know. “Because they’re dangerous?”

“They’re called monsters for a reason, Zoey.”

This was bad. Really bad. I looked over at my phone. There was still no text from Emma. “What else can you tell me?”

“I know some people that know some people. I’ll ask around.”

I was really hoping he’d tell me vampires didn’t exist at all. But of course they did. Callum was one. “Thanks. ”

His eyes stayed trained to my face. “So it was just a movie?”

“What?”

“That got you interested in vampires?”

“Mhm.” I was barely paying attention to him. My mind was spinning with what-ifs.

King ran his hand along the scruff of his chin as he continued staring at me. “Okay.”

I wanted to tell him the truth. But I’d promised not to tell anyone Callum’s secret.

King glanced at his watch. “I have a meeting in five. I have to go.”

“But…” I grabbed my breasts. I didn’t want him to go. There was a pit in my stomach and I needed him to distract me.

“Be careful, Zoey.” He leaned forward and exed out of the feed.

Be careful? Damn it. I’d felt completely relaxed while he was whispering sinful things at me. But now that I was sitting all alone again with his warning spinning around in my head, I was freaking out. Why wasn’t Emma responding? What had Callum done to her?!

I tried to call her but her phone rang a few times and went to voicemail.

I shot her an S.O.S. text and dropped my phone back on my mattress. I pulled my lingerie back on, ignoring how wet my thong was. I’d probably be taking it off again soon anyway. Sex was the only thing that would keep my mind off all the worries running around in my head.

I sat back on my mattress and put my hand on my stomach as I switched back to my livestream.

I ran my hand lower and lower, stopping right above my thong.

Just the tips of my fingers disappeared beneath the lacy fabric.

Whoever I clicked on next needed to distract me.

And I was setting up what I wanted perfectly.

He’d tell me to keep moving my hand lower. He’d have me ride my hand until all I saw was stars.

But then I saw Grudge’s username. I immediately clicked on it and it switched to a private session with him.

I removed my hand from my thong and walked over to the monitor. I sat down at my desk so I could face him head on.

“Don’t stop touching yourself on my account,” Grudge said with a smile.

“I have a favor I need to ask you, Grudge.”

“But now I’m hard.”

“So jerk off.”

“I’m paying you the big bucks, Zoey. The least you could do is work for it a bit.”

I laughed. “Fine. What do you want to see?”

“Did you already do that banana bit tonight?”

“Yes, I’ve had enough potassium for one evening.”

He laughed. His desk was covered in empty cans of energy drinks.

And he was still wearing his headset from a computer game he’d been playing.

He probably had as many followers on his videogame streaming site as I did on my naughty streaming site.

And he was always up as late as me. His blue hair was more askew than usual.

And I wondered if he’d been up for more than 48 hours straight.

He did that sometimes when a new game dropped.

“Well, I just died on level ten,” he said. “Level ten!” He sighed. “I need a pick me up. Just take your top off and ask me your favor. ”

“Deal.” I unclasped my bra and threw it at one of the cameras.

His eyes fell to my breasts. “Also, can you moan my name in that way you do when I make you come?”

I laughed. And then I cleared my throat and shimmied a little. “Grudge,” I moaned and bit my lip.

He smiled. “I love when you do that. Okay, ask me your favor.”

“Can you hack into someone’s phone, start recording a video, and then share it with me?”

“That would be illegal in a lot of different ways, Zoey.”

“As if you care.”

His gaze finally lifted from my chest. “Not everyone wants to stream every bit of their lives like us.”

“It’s nothing weird. I’m just checking in on a friend.”

“Oh, the hot one?”

“Why do you always call Emma that? You’ve never seen her.”

“Sure.”

I just stared at him. “What the hell does that mean?”

He shrugged. “Nothing. So you want to spy on her? And here I was this whole time thinking you were into me.” He pretended to look offended.

“You know I’m into you.”

“Then why don’t we circle back to you touching yourself?”

“Stop it. Hey, eyes up here.” He’d started staring at my boobs again. “I’m just worried about her. She started dating this…guy.” Why wasn’t I allowed to tell anyone about this? I was bad at secrets. Emma knew this! “And I don’t trust him. ”

“Okay, well give me her number.”

“I’m not setting you up with my bestie.”

Grudge laughed. “That’s not why I was asking. You know I only have eyes for you.” He winked at me.

He absolutely did not. We were just friends. Who sometimes fooled around from thousands of miles away.

“I need her number so I can hack her phone. If you really want me to do that. Because it’s definitely an invasion of her privacy.”

Privacy schmivacy. I gave him her number.

He took a sip of his energy drink as he swiveled his chair to face another computer monitor. “Okay, it’s going to take me a few hours…”

“I don’t have a few hours, Grudge! She might be dead!”

“What the hell kind of creep is she dating? Should you maybe be calling the cops instead?”

I could call Officer Davis. But his wife really hated it when I called in the middle of the night for favors.

It was like she thought we were sleeping together or something.

I had no idea why everyone always just assumed I slept with married men.

That was crossing a line. Besides, I was a little busy fucking random strangers on the internet.

I heard the front door opening. “Shit,” I whispered. My heart started racing in my chest. Who the hell was that?! I stood up and grabbed my laptop.

“What?” he whispered back, like this was some kind of weird game.

“Grudge, someone just snuck into my house. I have to go. ”

“Wait, what? Zoey!” he yelled as I switched off my laptop, ending our chat and signing me out of my site.

I knew Callum Walsh was bad news. But I wasn’t going down without a fight. I grabbed the garlic powder that I’d hidden in my desk drawer.