Chapter 20 – Betsy
CHAPTER TWENTY
BETSY
“So, let me get this right. He’s been stalking you. Like breaking into your house, changing things up to make you think of him, and you just shrugged and forgave him?” Eden asks in disbelief.
“It’s not that simple,” I try to defend, although I know how insane it sounds, and if this was happening to her, I would be telling her to kick him out and run as fast as she can. “I can’t explain it, but he isn’t what you’re thinking. He’s not like some creepy stalker sniffing my underwear.”
No, he just watched me pleasure myself instead, I mentally state.
“I think it’s kind of cute. I mean, there aren’t many men that would go to that effort,” Mor states.
Me and Eden both look at her like she’s grown a second head. “Are you on crack or something?” Eden asks, stunned by her response, as am I.
“No!” Mor defends.
“I’m with Eden on this. What the hell is wrong? You, of all people, would have told me to string him up by his nutsack,” I point out.
Mor shrugs. “I’m just saying that I see it from his point of view.”
“Well, either way, you are freaking me out,” I mutter, clicking a few switches.
“Are you ready to run in thirty seconds?” I ask, glancing at the both of them.
The three of us are dressed all in black, sitting in the back of one of our vans, my full equipment in front of me, ready to cut the power.
I’ve already hacked the CCTV at the bed and breakfast. Verity’s car is in the parking lot, and Nyx and the other lap dogs are in a van parked slightly down the street, ready to run out for backup.
“I’m coming in with you, over,” Nyx’s voice speaks out over the walkie-talkie.
Mor rolls her eyes and snatches it up. “Only when I give the order, over.” She smiles, knowing that he will be pissed off.
“Woman, I swear to god, I am cuffing you to our bed for a fucking week when this shit is over. Over,” he growls.
Mor sighs. “See? Being obsessive and possessive isn’t a bad thing.”
Eden rolls her eyes. “Okay, let’s fucking do this,” she says, putting in her earpiece. Mor does the same, and I nod and type in the code to hack the system.
“Power off in three, two, one,” I state. Mor and Eden both nod and open the door. “Be safe,” I whisper.
They both nod before closing the van behind them.
I watch the live feed on the CCTV. I was pleasantly surprised when I found out the bed and breakfast had just installed top-of-the-line surveillance with a backup power pack in case of an outage.
I watch and wait to see Mor and Eden appear at the back entrance of the bed and breakfast. Once I see them, I follow their every move.
So far, everyone is asleep and hasn’t noticed the power outage, which means they should be able to get to Verity and obtain her without too much trouble.
They will never know we were even here. Mor and Eden make their way up to the first floor to Verity’s room.
Lucky for them, I had hacked into their system earlier to see which room she had been assigned.
Mor and Eden pause outside her doorway, and as Eden pulls out a key card one of the lap dogs had got for her—after sneaking in and stealing it earlier out of the maid’s pocket—as he seduced her.
We had to hold Eden back from jumping the maid when she started touching him.
She’s very possessive over the lap dogs.
They open the room door and make their way inside the room.
I can’t make out anything. “Come on, come on,” I urge through the screen.
Then suddenly, I spot Verity running out of the room, but there’s no sign of Mor or Eden.
“Fuck!” I jump to my feet and grab the walkie-talkie.
“Nyx, something’s happened. Go in there and help Mor and Eden!
” I yell. I quickly pan to the camera in the parking lot and see Verity jumping in her car. That’s when I make a quick decision.
I rip off my sling and jump out of the van, running to one of the lap dog’s bikes.
Seeing that the key is still in the ignition, I jump on it, pulling it full throttle, and speed off after her.
It’s the only way I would have been able to keep up with her.
Swerving around cars, I catch her car up ahead, and leaning down, I push the bike to its maximum.
She screeches, taking a sharp left, and I brake and turn after her, nearly losing complete control of the bike.
The back end swerves out, and my heart races in my chest. I’ve got no helmet on, no leathers, and if I come off now, not only will it mean Verity will get away, but it will be fucking fatal for me.
She continues to drive at a fast speed down a quiet road.
No streetlights, just us. I grab my gun from my waistband and pull the bike up alongside her, ready to take aim to shoot, but as I reach the driver’s side window, she looks at me, smiling as she swerves the car towards me.
I swerve out of her way and end up on the dirt at the side of the road.
Thankfully, it’s not wet out, and the bike’s tyres manage to stick and not give out.
I hold my gun out while behind her and take aim, shooting out her windows.
I’m not taking any chances with her. Her back window smashes from the impact, and I fire again.
She tries to swerve her car back and forth on the road, but I remain calm and shoot again.
She turns the wheel too hard, causing her car to tailspin.
It spins and spins until it crashes into the rock face at the side of the road.
I slow the bike and stop behind the car, and I walk toward it slowly, cautiously, with my gun aimed and ready.
As I walk next to the driver’s side window, I see it’s smashed, and Verity is unconscious, with a metal pole from the chain-link fencing protruding from her chest.
“Jesus,” I mutter. Her eyes open, her chest is laboured, and as her eyes come to mine, there is no fear, only hatred.
“You will die,” she gargles, blood spilling from her mouth.
“I’m not the one with a pole through my chest,” I point out.
“No, but you’re the one with a bullet,” she wheezes, lifting her shaky hand, and that’s when I only now notice the barrel. Before I have a chance to move out of the way, she fires.