Stalker (The Company Book 3)

Present

The guys and I ran all the way through the woods until we found the road. When a car passed by, we stood in front of it to get it to stop. We threatened the driver, stealing his car while leaving him behind. I’m not sorry. He just has bad luck. Plus, he shouldn’t have been there in the first place. Not my problem. But, lucky for us, we could hitch a free ride toward the nearest city.

We got some supplies at a few stores and went straight back into the woods again, finding the most remote cabin we could. Lucky for the owner, he wasn’t there when we arrived; otherwise, he would’ve been dead by now.

I’m gathering the small amount of weapons we’d stolen from the guards in prison and line them up on the table.

“What you gonna do with those?” Drago asks.

I glance at him. “Not your fucking business.”

He cocks his head. “You trying to steal all the goods, aren’t you?”

“I’m going to follow my own plan,” I say, arranging the weapons by size and weight. “And I don’t want any of you with me.”

“What?” DeLuca says, frowning as he comes closer. “I thought we were a team.”

“We were. You’re on your own now.”

Drago spits on the floor. “Fuck that shit; I didn’t come along just so you could steal everything. That wasn’t part of the deal.”

“The deal was that you could use our underground passage. Now you have,” I say, narrowing my eyes. “I don’t have any more business with the likes of you.”

“Fuck you; you think you can play tough with me?” He cracks his knuckles.

“What? You gonna threaten me here?” I raise an eyebrow. “That’s some big talk coming from a guy like you. I remember that last time I beat your ass, not the other way around.”

“You want some, Sullivan? I fucked up your boy over there. I can do the same to you.”

I raise the only loaded gun I have and hold it to his forehead. “Give it your best shot. You won’t even be able to lift a finger before I’ll blow this fucker into your brain.”

“You wouldn’t …”

“Do you think I care about your life?” I say, shaking my head. “Think again.”

“Stop,” DeLuca says, putting his arm between us. “Fighting won’t help us, guys. We can’t be each other’s enemy out here. Focus on the goal.”

“We achieved the goal. We got out. Now we each go our own way,” I say.

“What about the police?” DeLuca says, looking at me now. “They’ll come looking for us in no time. I bet they’re already out there, searching the country. Our faces have probably appeared on television, too.”

“All the more reason to split up. If they catch us, at least it’s only one and not all,” I say, loading up the rifle.

“That’s true, but …”

“You have more chance of being caught by staying around me than you have if you get out of here right now,” I interrupt.

Drago seems to be listening intently. “Great.”

“So, are you going to get out of my face now, or what?” I say to Drago.

He spits on the floor again. “Fine. I didn’t want to spend any fucking time with pussies like y’all, anyway.”

He stomps toward the door, pulling it open so hard that he almost pulls it from the hinge. “I’m outta here.”

“Fucking finally,” I muse.

He growls. “Don’t think you’ll be rid of me forever, Sullivan. If they come for me, I’ll make sure to point them to you first.”

“Ah, how nice,” I say, not even granting him one last look over my shoulder.

“I hope you die and rot in hell,” he says, and then he slams the door shut.

“I’ll meet you there!” I shout.

“Nix, what are you doing?” DeLuca suddenly asks me. “Splitting us up?”

“I just want him gone.”

“What about me then? You want me gone, too?” he asks, frowning. “I thought we were buds.”

“We are, but I have a mission, and you’re not part of it.” I grab the guns one by one and put them in the bag that I’ve prepared.

“So what, you’re just gonna go now?”

Sighing, I stand up and place my hand on his shoulder. “Look. You don’t want to be a part of what I’m going to do. Trust me.”

He narrows his eyes. “How do you know?” A sneaky smile appears on his face. “I love the smell of blood just as much as you do.”

“I know you like to hurt people just as much as I do.” I wink. “But not this type. She’s a girl, probably innocent in the eyes of most people.”

“Except you …” he adds.

“Exactly.”

“Let me help you,” he says. “Don’t put yourself through this alone. I can tell it’s important to you.”

“This is personal, DeLuca. I can’t involve you in this.” I smile. “Besides, this’ll probably be the end of the line for me, and I don’t want you caught in the crossfire.”

His eyes widen. “What?”

I pick up the bag. “You heard me.”

“No, wait, fuck.” He walks after me as I attempt to leave. “Don’t tell me you wanna get caught.”

“I don’t, and I’ll sure as hell try my best not to, but it’s not going to be pretty. I don’t expect to make it out alive.”

“What the fuck …” he mutters. “You’ve got to be fucking with me now, Nix. Tell me you aren’t going to fucking kill yourself.”

“I’m not. But she probably will.”

He makes a face, as if he doesn’t understand. Maybe I should explain it better. “If the cops don’t kill me, she’ll probably end my life personally after the physical, emotional, and torturous hell that I put her through.” A cocky smile appears on my face. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

***

Two days later

It’s a long drive, but I finally made it to L.A. This is where she’s been living for quite some time now; home of the famous, hell for the poor. This city is fakery itself with its huge fancy houses, bought with corrupt money. I spit on this place. I don’t get why she wants to live here. Long ago, she would have laughed at the ridiculousness of it. Now, she’s as much a part of the sick culture she once despised.

She’s stooped low … so low, that I’m going to teach her a lesson she won’t soon forget.

She thought she could get away with putting me in jail. Now I’ll be the one to forge a prison for her. A fucked-up, sinful prison for a fucked-up, sinful girl.

I ditch the car somewhere along the road, grab my bag, and brace myself for what’s coming. I’m going to find her, and I’m going to hurt her so bad that she’ll beg me to kill her.

It’s just past eight, and the sun’s already set; the perfect time to fuck some shit up.

When I reach the fence to her house, there’s only one guard patrolling the area. It’s not a lot of trouble to subdue him. A quick hit on the back of the neck does the trick, and when he hits the asphalt face-first, he’s out cold.

Then I grab his head and twist, breaking his neck.

One less life on this planet.

If he didn’t want to die, he shouldn’t have been guarding her in the first place. Tough luck.

I jump up the fence, clinging to the bars as I lift myself over the edge. Jumping down, I immediately open the fence from the inside and drag the body inside, making sure nobody saw me. I stuff his body in a bush far from the fence so no one will see it. Then I hide in a corner near the house and take the binoculars from my bag. It’s been a long time since I last peeked through her window, but the moment I spot her, I realize that she’s still as beautiful as ever. What a waste to put such a pretty face on such a nasty human being.

Makes me want to cut that smile right off her.

Lucky for her, there’s no smiling going on tonight. It seems she and that new man of hers, Arthur, are fighting. She’s making rude gestures and he’s leaning forward while shouting. She picks up a vase and throws it on the floor, while he is hurling his papers at her. Wow, I might as well sit this one out because I don’t want to miss this show.

No wonder she picked him as her next guy. He’s a carbon copy of his brother, Phillip. Both annoying assholes. It’s so fucking ironic; men serve as a mirror to her … showing her exactly what she deserves.

And she definitely deserves what I have in store for her.

After what she did to me—putting me in jail for something she did—she deserves no less. She thinks nobody knows her secrets, but I know, and I’ll expose her for the villain she is. Bad deeds never go unpunished—I’ll make sure of that. And if I go down while doing it, so be it. It’s fucking worth it to see her burn.

In fact, I think I’d love to watch both of them burn.

Arthur is just as much of a despicable bastard as she is; she just doesn’t know it yet. One more thing to add to her list of things-she’s-oblivious-to. Or rather … things she refuses to acknowledge. She views the world through a rose-colored lens in order to stay sane, but I’ll break that motherfucker to pieces and force her to witness the destruction she’s caused.

Death isn’t coming for her… it’s already here.

***

VANESSA

Tears roll down my cheeks as I pick up the broken pieces of the vase. It’s such a shame that it has to go. Arthur pushed my buttons so far that I couldn’t control myself anymore. I rarely get like that, but sometimes a girl just has to scream and throw things to make a point. We’ve all been there … and I’m not ashamed. I am sad that it had to come to this, though. I remember I was happy, once, and it wasn’t that long ago. Oh, how things can change in four meager years. I thought Arthur was my knight in shining armor … turns out that was just a stupid dream. I can’t believe he’s become such an ignorant bastard. And worse, he wants to keep tabs on me, more and more. He doesn’t even allow me access to my own money, probably fearing I’ll spend it on something stupid. That’s really like him to think that I wouldn’t know how to handle money. I know how to handle things better than most people, and with things, I mean everything. They just don’t see it, but I do. I know my own capacity, but I disguise it with an aloofness that throws people off.

Too bad Arthur can’t see through it.

“You’re just like your brother,” I say, wiping my cheeks.

“No, don’t you dare compare me to him,” he growls. “I am not my brother.”

“But you act like him,” I say, looking up at him.

“I’m trying to do what’s best for us. For you.”

“You’re controlling me,” I say, frowning. “That’s not good for me. That’s only good for you.”

He grinds his teeth. “I’m trying to make sure things go the way they’re supposed to go. It’s in your best interest. Why can’t you see that?”

It’s not that I can’t. It’s that I won’t because I hate the ‘best interest’ part. I’ve heard it so many times before, and it was never true.

“Stop. Just stop,” I say.

“Sometimes I can’t stand you,” he grunts. “You seriously make me wish I never kissed you in the first place.”

I make a face. “Well, if you think about us that way, why not just end it all now? Save yourself the trouble.”

“Shut up!” he yells. “You have no freaking clue how it’s been for me these past few years.”

“Like I give a shit!” I yell. “I have my own problems to deal with.”

“Fine. I’ll make it easy then. It’s over,” he growls, and then he turns around. “I’m outta here.”

He marches outside, slamming the doors. I try not to pay attention to his raging outbursts, but sometimes he just hurts me so bad that I can’t not respond. I feel like he’s started to hate me … and I don’t know what I did to deserve that. At least, not from him. However, now is not the time to stop him. We both need time to cool off.

But then, after ten minutes, the door creaks again, and I wonder why. “Arthur?” I call out.

No response.

Frowning, I walk toward the door and notice it’s been left open. Outside are red drops scattered across the floor. I lean forward, so I can scour the premise, and that’s when I notice the pool of blood lying on the porch.

My eyes widen and I scream.

Stumbling backward inside the house, I slam the door shut with shaky hands.

That blood, is it Arthur’s? What’s going on? Is he here?

Shit, I knew it.

I immediately reach for my umbrella stand and fish out the rifle hidden behind all the umbrellas. I should’ve prepared more for this day, but I didn’t think it would arrive so soon. I lock and load the rifle, turning around quickly to surprise my attacker.

“Show yourself, you motherfucker,” I scream. “I know it’s you.”

“Hello, Vanessa ….” His voice brings me chills to the bone. “Long time, no see.”

“Get the fuck out of my house!” I yell, turning circles.

The voice is coming from everywhere, and I don’t know where he is. If I move, I’m afraid he’ll catch me.

All I hear is vicious, uncontrollable laughter. “Did you miss me? No need to be angry, I’m here now.”

“What do you want?” I scream.

“Oh … you know exactly what I want.” The grim harshness in his voice makes me tremble. “I told you that I’d come for you. Ready or not, here I come, Princess.”

“No! Stay away!” I scream, turning to the hallway. I could swear his voice came from there.

But there’s nothing to be seen.

Nothing except the filthy boot prints on the wooden floor behind me, leading into the hallway to the right.

I follow the trail into my living room, holding out my gun, ready to shoot if I must.

But then the trail suddenly ends.

My lips part in confusion as I wonder where in the hell the dirt has gone. I can’t find the boots anywhere. And then I realize what’s going on.

Too late.

Something is pulled over my head, pulling me into the dark. A bag.

His hands twist and twist until I choke. The gun drops to the floor. He’s suffocating me, and no matter how much I claw at the bag, it won’t break.

The last thing I hear before I pass out is, “Playtime is over. You can’t hide, Princess. Now you’re mine.”