Chapter Twenty-Four
G
The little bitch had acquired herself a few guard dogs everywhere she went. Not that she went many places. She’d been to the recording studio a few times. A few times she had been out with her friends and then a few nights out with that lapdog Moore. Like that night at Waite’s.
She saw me, I know she did, and still she had no idea that I was the one writing her those letters. Maybe if I had a signature she would realize that it was me she belonged with and not that asshole who spawned the brat.
God, that child spoke a lot. I was tempted to leave the child behind when Everly and I eventually got together.
But something told me that Everly would be more pleasant if Skylar was with us.
At least in the beginning. Eventually, I would show her how inconvenient Moore’s kid was, especially after she was pregnant with mine. But first, I needed her to be with me.
I thought about terrorizing her while that man was away, but that took more coordination and planning than I had time for. She would be staying with friends, and it would look too suspicious if I asked too many questions to find out which one.
Instead, I had a different plan. It meant that I needed to get another person involved but he’d been threatened within an inch of his life to be discreet.
Besides, the young man had no idea who he was helping.
All the preparation was done online and when the project was done, I would ensure he was silenced before he had the potential to be a problem.
Since AntMan would no longer help me, I was forced to roam around the dark web, something I was not all that familiar with.
I mean, I needed to search for what I needed without it being tracked.
I knew where to look for delivery guys who could keep their mouths shut.
But I also need to buy supplies without it being detected or setting off any alarm bells.
There were of course websites that could point you in the right direction but mostly you needed to know where to start before you could look for the kind of people I needed.
A ping on my laptop drew my attention.
WingMan: When should I pick up the parcels?
I looked over at the pile of color-coded envelopes on the table at the door.
Each one to be delivered while I was not in town.
Of course, if she was not staying at the new house, she would not see them until she got back.
She would know that I knew exactly when she wasn’t at home.
The guy wouldn’t go in of course. Not only would he set off all sorts of alarms that could eventually lead to someone checking his internet history.
But I didn’t want the little idiot anywhere near Evie’s things.
It was bad enough that asshole Moore got to see and touch her things.
That he got to see her in her underwear.
She probably choked on his dick so often.
We all knew that she had already spread for him.
Everyone spoke about what a cute couple they were.
Another ping reminded me that I was dwelling on things too long.
WingMan: ??
G: I will contact you once I have done the drop off. Do not rush me.
WingMan: Sure, but you’re not my only client. I do need to plan.
That was a load of bullshit.
G: WTF do you need to plan for?
WingMan: Do you think you’re the only one who doesn’t want to be seen by me? You’re all the same. I get it, if I cannot ID you, it doesn’t matter if the cops catch me.
As much as I hated to admit it, the man was right. I wanted to make sure that he couldn’t ID me. Not that he would live that long anyway.
G: Fine. You can pick up the parcel after six pm tomorrow evening. I will have the instructions written on a sheet for you as well.
WingMan: If that makes you comfortable, then do it. But I’ve been doing this a long time, I’ve never not been able to follow the agreed upon instructions.
I had already been over the instructions with him while we had messaged each other.
He would collect the envelopes from a Post Box he had in San Diego.
He used it often and there was no way it would be linked back to me.
Each envelope was numbered, and he needed to deliver it to Everly and Moore’s house in the right order.
One envelope for each day I was out of town.
He had about a month’s worth of envelopes, not that I would need that many.
I would be back in town long before he ran out of messages to deliver.
But I needed him to have a false sense of security.
If he thought I would be longer he wouldn’t see me coming.
WingMan: And the money?
I sighed as I opened my banking app. He wouldn’t have time to spend the money I was paying him, but if I didn’t pay him, he would not make the deliveries.
With more than a little annoyance, I transferred ten thousand dollars. The guy wasn’t joking when he introduced himself as the most expensive courier on the west coast. I doubted he was completely accurate, but it was a close thing.
G: I just transferred. I sincerely hope you’re worth it.
Wingman: You’re all the same. Expecting me to be the most honest person while I am doing your shady bidding.
G: As long as you do as I ask and keep your mouth shut, I don’t care how shady you are.
The asshole sent another message, but I didn’t have time to check it. I still had work to do, and I would be leaving town in the next twenty-four hours. I didn’t have much to pack, more equipment than anything else, but I had things I still needed to gather.
As I packed a few shirts into a duffle bag, my eyes landed on the photo next to my bed.
The one I always hid when visitors came over.
It was a picture of Eve on the night I met her.
She’d been with her friends at the bar, the night of the release party.
It was my first time at The Dane, and I was so grateful to be working in the industry that it never occurred to me I would meet the woman of my dreams. She’d spoken to me briefly before she’d gone into the bar.
I thought we had a connection, but that asshole Moore came along and she had all but forgotten me.
Even when she left the hotel that Monday morning, her head was so filled with him that she didn’t even notice me on the way out.
When that man left, he was meant to be out of her life for good.
But he was like gum at the bottom of my shoe.
Just grimy and annoying as he just stuck around.
I also got the impression that he would not give up once Evie was finally mine.
The time may come that I would need to get rid of him, but that would have to wait.
I would need the threat of harming him to keep Everly inline.
Her attachment to the man would need to be severed, naturally, but I could use it until I had her compliance.
With everything I needed packed, I got ready for my day.
I checked my watch, and I still had time.
The drive was not far and I could use the time in the car to get my head right.
I had done a good job thus far of hiding my love for Eve.
The last thing I needed was Moore being suspicious of me.
I wasn’t sure if I’d made it onto his radar, the asshole was suspicious of everyone Eve came into contact with.
My drive was pleasant. If it wasn’t for the fact that I needed to separate Eve from her friends, it would have been an ideal place to settle down.
I wasn’t sure where we would settle, but I could always go back to San Francisco.
She’d love it there. I would build her a studio and I would protect her.
Our life would be perfect. But first, I needed to see my contract through.
I stepped out of my car and walked into the building. It wasn’t a bad place to work. Especially considering the kind of work I did.
I walked through the lobby remembering the first time I had been there. The day of my interview. “Good Morning, Sue.”
“Morning, Trey.” She plastered on that smile, but I knew she was hiding something. “They’re about to start a strategy meeting upstairs.”