Not only that, but it’ll put more people on my radar to take down.
It’s a fucking network of pedophiles and once you meet one, you meet a hundred more. It’s fucking exhausting—the never-ending list of people to kill.
But I’m a very patient man.
“I know,” I agree. “I’ll make the necessary connections.”
I will find this place, and once I do, I will kill every single motherfucker associated with that hellhole.
By the time I’m done, the entire government will be dismantled.
Chapter 18
The Manipulator
U NKNOWN: You’re so pretty when you sleep.
My heart drops when I read the text.
I already knew the fucker was in my house from the rose on my nightstand, but his lack of shame enrages me. I feel the blood rush to my cheeks as fury and embarrassment rise inside of me.
I was knocked out cold last night, and I hate that while I was peacefully sleeping, a man was standing over me, watching and just being an all-around freak of nature. The thought sends cold shivers down my spine.
After Max crashed our dinner, Daya and I felt considerably on edge—the mood soured and rotted. We combated that feeling by bar-hopping. We picked a random drink off the menu for each other, and by the end of the night, we were both pretty toasted.
I tried to avoid thinking about Max the entire night, but his threats plagued me anyway. Lingering at the back of my mind, there to remind me when I had a moment to think.
And it hasn’t gotten any better.
I spent this whole day trying to write, but I barely managed over a thousand words. I’ve long since given up and have retreated to my room to watch mindless TV.
ME: You’ll look pretty after I stab you.
I don’t even know why I reply to him. I should stop and report this to the police. They’ll think I’m antagonizing him.
Jesus, I am antagonizing him.
But after Max’s threat, I don’t need any more reason to make him suspicious by reporting a stalker. And for the ones I already made after Arch’s disappearance, I hope those went missing too.
Never thought I’d wish for my only evidence against my shadow to disappear, but the threat of Max oddly frightens me more.
Maybe I’m kidding myself with a false sense of security with the former. He’s scared the absolute fuck out of me, but he hasn’t seemed inclined to physically hurt me. In fact, he’s done the exact opposite, and that knowledge makes me sick.
Max, on the other hand, I know would hurt me.
UNKNOWN: A gun wasn’t enough for you? Interesting.
I drop the phone on my bed, and then my head into my hands. But then my head snaps up when I remind myself that the fucker was watching me sleep last night. Which means he got in my house again.
All the blood in my cheeks drains like a whirlpool when I realize he could’ve been in my house before I even went to bed.
That’s what he did last time, and I was pretty out of it last night. I know I read Gigi’s diary for a little while, but I don’t think I retained a single word I read.
My gaze draws to my closet doors, like a magnet on a refrigerator. It’s a large closet with two doors that slide apart. My eyes thin, narrowing on the tiny crack between the two.
My body moves on autopilot. I’m scrambling out of my bed and storming to the closet door before I can think it through. I have no idea what I’d do if he’s standing there.
Probably shit myself.