Chapter 12
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The tracker disappeared when she entered the uptown area. Right smack in the middle of mortal grounds. I expected her to go to the packhouse. I try to bring up her online file to find that she doesn’t have one. No matter how hard I try to get any kind of information on her, I’m met with a wall.
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The information is encoded. There are a few articles about her. The Vice President of Thorne Labs is a complete mystery-the opposite of her partner. He’s all over social media-women, parties, drugs, sex, and family scandals-all broadcasted for the world to see. Not a peep of my mysterious little mate.
Lately, he has a little nobody on his arm. Riley. She’s a librarian at Sin’s Creek Academy. Mortal and very uninteresting. Who wore it better? Photos come up. The comparison of Riley and Violetta in the same fucking dress.
Violetta looks amazing. She is regal and fills the dress beautifully. The difference is that Riley is tall and petite-the Human American standard of beauty. She looks submissive and easy to please. She has blonde hair and blue eyes and comes from nothing.
Violetta isn’t clinging to Thorne. She’s not shy. Her expression says: Look at me. I’m that bitch. There’s confidence and elegance in her demeanor. The comments are brutal. All of them make fun of my little princess’s height and how she seems to give very little fucks about Zander Thorne. While this Riley person is trying her best to hide behind him. Clinging to him out of fear. She’s so out of place; it’s embarrassing. Not just to herself, but the image curated for Thorne over the years. He’s going to humiliate her and his entire family.
I post the comment anonymously and close the tab. It’s obvious I’m not going to be able to get information on her this way. I bring up the Nova servers and start hunting. Still, I get nothing. After hours of looking, I only found that her profile disappeared when Vincent Wolfe Sr. legally disowned her. There is nothing on her. There are no school records, medical records, dental records, or financial trails involving the pack banks or treasuries. There are no traffic violations or signs of criminal activity.
I find myself at the last location the tracker pinged, like a moth drawn to fire. I see her standing outside a balcony on the top floor with a glass of golden liquid in one hand and a blunt in the other. Her long, wavy hair is down, serving as a curtain to cover part of her face.
She’s wearing little black shorts fitted to her thick thighs. Her entire right leg is covered in tattoos. The cropped black sweater exposes more ink on her abdomen. She has a teenie-tiny waist. She’s ripped for someone as delicate as she seems.
She arches her back, rotating her head and tossing her long hair back. The breeze carries her scent. It’s not enough, but I inhale as much as I can. It’s only then that I see she’s wearing glasses. She pushes them up the bridge of her nose, puts the blunt to her luscious lips, and inhales. When she blows the smoke out, all kinds of images flood my head. All of them ending with those perfect lips wrapped around my cock.
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She found the spyware I put on her phone and killed it. It was supposed to grant me access to her security system, but she’s got some complex shit protecting her. Even without having the device with her. Who the fuck are you, Violetta Wilde? Why do you go to the lengths you do to protect your identity?
Three days. She’s been hiding in that apartment for three fucking days. She hasn’t ordered takeout, and she hasn’t come down to get her mail. Her phone has been blowing up-messages from her siblings and calls upon calls from her boss. I’ve had to charge this thing several times. It bothers me that she hasn’t replaced it. I was hoping I could keep it so I can open it up and see what she’s using to protect it the way she is.
She only steps out onto the balcony at night. Likely to wind down. All I need is for her to step out for a couple of hours so I can get inside and turn off whatever is blocking me.
It’s late in the evening when an all too familiar cherry-red Challenger pulls up to the building. Verona and Vince get out of the car and head straight for the entrance of the building. As if sensing me, Vince scans the surroundings in the same manner she did the night we met. The two are let in. It’s not long before a Royal Blue Continental GT parks in front of the treeline where I hid my bike.
I fight the growl that comes out of me when none other than Zander fucking Thorne climbs out of his car dressed in a fucking suit. He goes around and opens the passenger door. The little blonde steps out holding a bear and a balloon. She laughs when she hands him the bear and leans back into the car to get a paper bag.
“It feels a little weird to come to her place if she’s feeling under the weather, Zan,” she says. He
closes the door.
“Violet doesn’t have anyone, Ry. Her father disowned her when she turned eighteen. She has trouble letting people in. I’ve never heard her complain about being sick; she does a lot for me. I just want to make sure she’s okay. It’s not like her to disappear like this.”
“It’s so cute that you care so much for her.”
“She’s my oldest friend. The only one that’s stuck with me even after the scandals with my brother. She also owns half my shit so I need her to be good,” he laughs as the two cross the street toward Violetta’s building.
I watch him put the code in before they walk right in. A growl comes out of me knowing that he has easy access to her when not even her siblings know the fucking code to the building. I crawl out of my hiding space and lie on the floor next to his car. I pop the undercarriage protector out and slide my replicator inside to access his car’s computer and phone once he syncs back in. I pop it back into place and get back on my bike.
Needing her to see me if she comes down, I drive up to the Challenger. I barely cut the engine when the doors fly open, and she walks out with Zander and Riley. I catch the last of their
conversation.
“What degrees do you have?” Riley asks her.
A wicked little glint shines in my mate’s eyes when she stops like she’s about to tell her off, but I
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don’t want to see her try to make herself feel bigger than the little nothing standing behind her to appease that fucking asshole.
“Violetta,” I call out. Her entire demeanor changes. She tenses up like she’s been caught doing something naughty, and she has. Slowly, she turns around to face me. Her pupils are wide, and her face flushed. Zander takes a step forward, his eyes completely focused on me. I don’t like that. I don’t like that he’s going to try to get possessive, and I doubt Riley being here is going to change a single thing. “Baby. I think I warned you the last time we saw each other.”
