Page 114 of Risky Obsession

“I sent her a text. Oh, shit, Kane. That bastard has been on our tail since we left Australia.”

“Fucking Aria!”

“What? No, it’s not her.”

“Bullshit. You said yourself she doesn’t trust me. She’s been tracking us.”

“Even if she is tracking the phone, she doesn’t want to kill us! And why would she kill Gunter?”

Gripping the steering wheel, I glanced at her. “Maybe she hired that bastard to follow us, and he’s making his own rules.”

Tory groaned.

“We can’t risk making contact with Aria again,” I said.

Tory seemed to deflate.

“I mean it, Tory. No more contact with Aria until we know who is on our tail.”

Lights glowed in the distance. “Is that a fuel station?”

She peered through the windshield.

“Yes, it is.” She straightened on her seat. “We can’t go in there together.”

I frowned at her.

“They’re looking for an Australian couple, so I’ll go in.”

“No, you won’t. You have visible injuries.” I nodded at her hand.

“They won’t notice.” She turned her hand over, hiding her bruised fingers.

“Tory, don’t argue with me. I’m goingin.”

She clenched her jaw. “Okay, fine. See if they have prepaid cell phones.”

“Got it. I’ll also get cash out, grab water bottles and some snacks. Anything else?”

“Yeah. Anything to disguise us, hats or beanies, glasses, makeup.”

“Good thinking.” I pulled into the gas station that was lit up like a Navy port, and parked at the side of the entrance, away from the front door.

She draped her hand over mine. “Any sign of trouble, ditch everything and come straight out. And try not to talk too much.”

“Yes, boss,” I said, enjoying the touch of her hand. “Won’t be long.”

“Be careful,” she said as I climbed out.

The sharp scent of gasoline filled my nostrils as I strolled to the glass door. A bell sounded over the doorway, and the middle-aged man behind the counter dragged his eyes from a television screen over his left shoulder to glance my way. I offered a smile as I grabbed a basket.

A flickering fluorescent light cast an annoying strobe over the rows of packaged food in the first aisle. As I grabbed water and snacks, my mind slammed between Aria tracking us, and the bastard on our tail. I couldn’t shake the gnawing suspicion that something else was going on.

But I had no fucking idea what.

At the end of the aisle was the ATM machine, but the damn thing had a sheet of paper taped to the front. I couldn’t read the note, but it was obvious the ATM wasn’t working.

I pulled out my wallet and counted how much cash I had left. Just over five hundred euro. That wasn’t going to last long.