Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
I offer a smile, but it’s weak. “Is it safe for you to go home?”
“The cops are going to be looking at the club no matter what we do, and we have a plan to get in and out safely.”
“You two don’t have to be here, you know,” I say, giving them my best smile because I am so grateful to them.
Ciara waves a hand. “Girl, we would never leave you alone. No way in the world.”
“Exactly.” Addison nods. “We’re a team.”
“I love you two, so much,” I say, trying to stop my voice from shaking.
“Oh my gosh!” Ciara squeaks suddenly, her eyes widening as she stares down at her phone. “Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh!”
“What?” Addison and I both cry at the same time.
“He commented. That dumb fucker commented.”
I’m pushing to my feet before she can even finish her sentence, rushing over and coming to a stop by her side. She’s right, there is a comment on there from an account that I didn’t even know existed. It’s under the name Ger_Sir24, and it’s clear as day that it’s him, because his profile picture is on display.
“What did he say?” I ask, trying to lean over Ciara to see.
He wrote, “This is a false accusation and there has been no proof that I have done anything wrong. A person has already been locked away for trying to murder me, and I’m in protection for my own safety. This needs to be removed or I’ll be seeking legal advice.”
“I knew he’d cave!” Ciara squeals, clicking onto his profile which is locked. “He can’t help himself.”
“How are we going to draw him out further?” I ask, biting my lip. “We need to get our hands on him.”
“What about an event?” Addison says, her eyes widening. “We could have Halo organize some kind of memorial, or rally, or something in honor of Alyssa’s name and justice. He wouldn’t be able to help himself, he’d have to show up, even if he didn’t want anyone to see.”
“That could work,” I say, my heart racing as a plan comes together. “We can have eyes all around. All we need is to find him and follow him to know where he is. Then he is ours.”
“It’s genius, I’ll call Halo!” Ciara rushes out of the room.
This might work.
This might actually work.
Ava, my baby, I’ll be home soon.
“IT’S GOT A SOLID CHANCE of workin’ because that fucker can’t help himself.” Spike nods. “He’ll need to see what people are doin’ to seek justice. He’ll need to know they don’t have any kind of proof. He won’t show himself, though. I can almost guarantee it, which is why we need eyes everywhere.”
“We’ll make it in a place we can get full coverage,” Jackson agrees. “That fucker won’t get away this time.”
“I want to come,” I say, rubbing my hands together. “I’ll stay hidden, but I need to be there, I need to help.”
“If you get seen, Serenity, you’re goin’ back to prison and nothin’ we can do will help,” Cade points out, carefully.
“I won’t be seen.”
They hesitate.
“Please. I can’t sit here and just do nothing.”
“You don’t appear anywhere, you hear me?” Jackson orders. “No matter what happens, you do not come out of the truck.”
I nod. “I promise.”
Jackson turns to Cade. “Get onto Muff. Set it up and get a status report on the police situation, see if they’ve come knockin’ at the club yet.”
Cade nods, turning and pulling out his phone.
Spike drapes an arm around Ciara’s shoulder. “This better work, baby.”
Ciara grins. “Oh, it’ll work. He won’t be able to help himself.”
“Let’s get this plan into motion, the quicker we can trap him, the better,” Jackson orders. “Ladies, you can organize the event, we’ll do the rest.”
Gosh.
I hope this works.
HALO ORGANIZES A RALLY to fight for justice for Alyssa. It works, and before we know it, there are over a hundred people turning up. The club has everything planned to get eyes on every single angle, and all we need to do now is lay eyes on Gerard and try to figure out where he’s hiding.
It’s a good plan, but anything could go wrong.
I’m in a truck that Jackson has hired under a false name so that no police presence will suspect it is us. Even though they have no proof the club helped me escape, they do know that I’m part of the club, and therefore they suspect it could be them, however, with nothing, they can’t make an arrest.
Muff advised that they did show up to the club, but he turned them away, telling them that without a warrant, they can’t come in. There is a chance they’ll get one, but they won’t find anything. Jackson has organized to be there if they do come back in with a warrant, giving them even more reason to wonder if I’m with them. If he is there without me, it might throw them.