Chapter 39
OLLIE
“Why aren’t you asleep?” Dirk asked, cracking his knuckles.
Keepings tabs on my anger, I went to move around his vehicle.
He moved to block me. “You ain’t going anywhere.” He spat on the ground, hate emanating from him.
“Get out of my way,” I bit back with zero patience.
He laughed, spitting again. “You scared, pussy boy?” He looked me up and down like I was dog crap. “Or are you trying to start things up with Ben again?” His hateful expression shifted to something more akin to jealousy—enough to send a shiver of goosebumps up my arms.
“Move,” I retorted.
His eyes flashed, his lips drawn back into a snarl.
“Move. Now.”
He pulled out his gun, aiming it at my head. “Don’t fuck with me, Ollie. I ain’t taking your shit.” He sniffed, his hands shaking. “You want him back. You’re going over there to beg for another chance, and it makes me sick.”
Time was running out. I didn’t need this nonsense. “I’m not interested in Ben. There’s something I have to do.”
“Yeah, him! You want to do him!” he roared, waving his gun around.
Right, there’d be no reasoning with this fool. So, I waited for my chance to strike, my hands tight fists.
Don’t worry, Isaac. I’m coming.
As annoying as Dirk was, this whole thing was a gift. If I took him down, I could take the car and get to The Sun in no time.
Dirk aimed his weapon at me again, spitting some more. “Orders are to wait here, make sure no one crosses this point in either direction. You ain’t going to Ben or anyone.”
Maybe Dirk hurt a lot more than me over Ben.
And I didn’t care.
“I loved him, I wanted him, I—”
“Freeze!” I called, clapping out the witchcop spell.
Dirk’s body went still, the gun clattering to the ground. Wide, frozen eyes stared back at me with satisfying shock, but I didn’t revel in it.
Instead, I took the car, the keys still in the ignition, and sped away. I had a feeling Dirk would become a thorn in my backside again later.
Let him try coming for me. I’d be ready with a headbutt and another spell.
I turned right at the junction at the end of the road, heading up the link road which bypassed the city center, proving a direct route to the north. The traffic was pretty light, but my anxiety was through the stratosphere.
Isaac being out in the city with that creep shredded my soul. He should be with me, nowhere near him, haunting me with more of those feelings I’d caught for him.
Sparks. Sparks. Sparks. Sparks.
I’m coming for you…
My positive thoughts didn’t satiate my frustrations. Nothing would until I saw his face again.
I’ve wasted time trying to dislike him…
What would happen if he died tonight? What if I’d lost the chance to find someone who wanted me for me?
I almost laughed at myself. Listen to me, sounding so dramatic as if I was trapped inside some great love story. We weren’t there, we weren’t close to any of those things. We were just in a new place. It didn’t mean love, it didn’t mean anything we didn’t want it to.
But those sparks…
Crap on my overthinking! All that mattered was finding him. Everything else could be dissected later.
I passed the station and got to hunting the network of residential areas nearby, starting with a narrow one-way street.
Nothing down there.
My heart boomed like a thousand drums in my chest.
“Where are you?” I muttered, turning right onto the next street, then the next, determined to end this day on a positive note.
We had to have a damn win here.
You’ll be home soon, Isaac.
I promise.