Last year, he made a fake confession to Kim, and when she showed up, he poured a bucket of paint on her head, then mocked her, saying, “Do you really think someone would love a fat pig like you?”
Although I make it my mission to stay away from Kim, I went to the principal about it. Adam crossed an unforgiveable line.
I should’ve suspected him after that.
“Of course I do.” I offer him the impersonal smile I save for reporters. “We’ve studied together since Royal Elite Junior.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t know you noticed me.”
; “I notice everyone, Adam. Listen, I have to go. Best of luck with your game.”
I’m about to leave when he places a hand on my arm. I freeze, my heartbeat escalating in my chest. “Is something wrong?”
His face turns blank, and with his bloodshot eyes, he appears like a demon rising from the earth. “He doesn’t deserve you.”
He smiles, and I automatically smile back, even though red alarms are blaring loud in my head.
I need to get out of here.
Now.
Trying to maintain my cool expression, I start to pull my arm away.
He squeezes it once before letting me go. “See you around, Silver.”
As he turns and leaves, I jog the fastest I can to my car without actually sprinting.
Something tells me I just opened Pandora’s box and I’ll never be able to close it again.
The feeling doesn’t go away, not even after I throw the pen out the window as soon as I’m out of the car park.
Thankfully, I do catch up to Cole. He got on the motorway.
I feel like a stalker as I make sure to keep two cars between his Jeep and my Audi.
He’s hiding something. I just know it.
What if he’s out to ruin the family image? What if he’s going out to meet some girl and then he’ll bind her and do what he did to me the other time?
I shake my head and continue my super silent, super professional stalking.
It only becomes a problem when he leaves the motorway and starts taking secondary routes. I can’t keep up without being noticed and there aren’t as many cars that I can hide behind.
So I wait until he takes a turn before I follow. I’m starting to feel like Sherlock — or rather, a loser policeman at a stake-out.
I slow the car as much as possible while I make the turn. I hit the brakes and reverse back. Cole stopped in what seems like a back street. There are several German and expensive cars lined up along what appears like the rear entrance to a club — or a morgue.
There isn’t even a name or an indication of what goes on in here.
Could it be some underground gambling ring? I know Xander fights in underground places with gangs and stuff. I heard him talk about it to Ronan the other time, but neither of them mentioned Cole.
Besides, violence and gambling always felt beneath him.
I park my car at the adjoining street and stay in there for a few seconds, contemplating my next move. What if the people inside are dangerous? Should I have a backup plan?
Yes, of course I should.