Chapter 13
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Grayson watched from across the street. The thrill of watching the fire destroy Blakely’s home was starting to wear off. Part of the problem was the pain in his arm. It was getting worse. He needed to see a doctor, but doctors cost money.
Once he had Blakely under his control, he would have plenty of money. She would have to do what he wanted. He would make sure she understood how devastating it would be for her if she didn’t do his bidding.
He had big plans for his life after he had control over her. First, he wanted to buy a new car. He was tired of this old thing. He needed new clothes, and there was a recliner he’d seen at one of those fancy furniture stores. He also wanted to take a vacation somewhere warm.
Grayson had kept his eyes on the lot for hours, but he hadn’t seen her once. Where the heck was she? He needed to find something to eat soon. Maybe he could do what he’d done the night before. The home he’d found had been empty and now he had a key so he wouldn’t have to break in tonight.
His stomach rumbled with hunger that clawed at his belly. The house where he’d slept the night before didn’t have a stockpile of food. It had no fresh food at all, just a few cans of soup and vegetables. It was time to leave this area and get something to eat.
He’d turned to go when he heard car doors slam. He glanced over, then ducked behind a van. It was her. She was with a group of men. Who were those men? What was she doing with all of them?
If she’d fucked them all, he would have to purify her. There was no way he would raise some bastard’s baby. Then again, a baby would give him money on the open market. He could just bide his time and sell the thing.
He could probably take one of the guys, but not all five of them. When the police approached her, a thrill shot through him. He wanted her arrested. Having her miserable in prison would give him immeasurable joy.
But if she was in jail, he couldn’t use her. No, he needed her to stay free. Maybe he could cause a distraction.
When he was about ready to make a move, the police took off without her. Now it was just up to him to follow Blakely. His truck would stick out. The last thing he needed was one of them taking note of what he drove.
He needed a better plan. Something that would be foolproof. How could he figure out where she was staying? Maybe he could pretend to be a police officer.
They had uniforms, badges, and that tool belt. The most exciting part was the guns. He would love to pistol whip someone. Just the idea of beating someone until they passed out made him excited.
Two women walked past and looked at him as if he was acting strangely.
He stood out. People who stood out were remembered, and he couldn’t have anyone remembering him.
he would have to do better, blend in more.
Maybe it was time to find some new clothes, get a haircut, and get his arm taken care of, not necessarily in that order.
He pushed up the sleeve of his shirt, wincing as pain slid through him. He’d made some mistakes in the past, but setting the fire had probably been his biggest mistake to date. If he didn’t get it take care of, it would end up screwing him over.