Chapter 22
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Grayson knew he had to act soon. The police were closing in on him. If he didn’t grab Blakely and take her away from here, he might end up in prison.
The police had found the body of a woman he’d slept with. It wasn’t his fault. She’d forced him to act when she started screaming. Now they were gathering evidence, and he knew where that evidence would point.
He shouldn’t have attacked that guy at the apartment. He’d just been so angry. Why would Blakely want that asshole when she could be with him, living in the wilderness, eating fresh food every night?
This city was fake. He hated the food, the women, the people. They were all fake and the desire to bring it all down boiled under the surface, threatening to come out.
The fire had been cleansing. Maybe he would find another place to light up. No! He had to get Blakely first.
He’d taken that woman’s money and credit card. Luckily the time he used the card he’d been wearing a ball cap so the image the police were distributing of him wasn’t great. No one could see his face, but it was only a matter of time.
When he’d taken the card, he hadn’t really thought about the police being able to track his purchases. It wasn’t fair that the police had that information. The USA was supposed to be free, and having the cops watch everything was the opposite of freedom.
The lack of freedom he experienced was almost enough to make him want to call one of those fancy-ass news stations and set them straight.
They shouldn’t be reporting on murders and assaults, they should concentrate on the ways the government was ruining his right to make purchases without fear of being tracked.
At least the police weren’t competent enough to find him. They had no clue where he was or what kind of vehicle he was in.
Soon, he would have Blakely and be able to knock some sense into her. She needed to be taught lessons, and he was the one to do it.
He went back to the apartment to watch for her, but she never showed. He honestly had no clue where she was. Finding her was his top priority. No question, he would make her pay for this level of insolence.
Close to five that evening, he decided to head to the beach.
Maybe if he couldn’t find Blakely, he could find someone else who would do.
The women in California didn’t know anything about modesty and he could get a good look at their bodies.
He liked women with some baby fat still on them. The younger the better.
Maybe he should look for someone young enough he could teach them how to be. When Blakely had turned sixteen, he should have taken her. Living alone for the last eight years had been shortsighted on his part.
But now he was ready for Blakely. Soon, she would be at his place, learning how to please him. The barn had a few good support beams he could chain her to if she put up resistance.
There were about a hundred people at the beach, and many of them were women. But they were too old. He needed someone who would accept their fate. Getting someone older than fourteen would cause problems. He needed someone raised in the faith, or someone very young he could instruct and shape.
He wanted loads of children. Maybe he could get two women. The fantasy ran through his mind, taking him down a very exciting path when he glanced up and saw someone who looked like Blakey.
Was he seeing things correctly? He pulled his ball cap down lower and moved so he could see her better. The woman was out here at the beach, tempting him.
He glanced around then saw she was with two other women. What the hell was up with that? Blakely knew she couldn’t have female friends. Only witches had friends. He had to save her from herself soon or she would end up going to hell.