His business back? His fucking son back? He doesn't have a son, he doesn't have a daughter either, he has no one. Providing your sperm to create other humans doesn't mean they are required to be loyal to you without question, family can just as easily hurt you. At the end of the day, toxic is toxic and that one word sums up Adam, I'm still in shock that he went to the lengths he did to send me a message. In shock that he wants to meet with me to go over the term of his 'deal'. There will be no deal as far as I'm concerned.
Hunter: Where you at Love?
Hitting my head against the steering wheel in front on me, I let out a groan. I didn't go to class today or meet Hunter at the park, instead opted for causing myself a headache by setting up meetings and talking numbers for the last four hours.
Instead of being where I want to be right now, like with Tom or at home on my couch or hanging out with Hunter or eating a load of junk with Mia, I'm parked three houses down for where Adam is now living. Watching, waiting, listening for... something, I'll take anything at this point. Waiting for him to make a move so I can follow him, see who he's associating with, so I can have some kind of upper hand when I meet with him.
Manuel thought it was a stupid idea to agree to meet him, he'd probably think I was out of my mind if he knew I was here right now but I have to speak with him myself, show him I'm not the same girl he left behind.
Me: Wouldn't you like to know...
Heaving another sigh, I lift my head from where it's been resting and fix my gaze back on the house down the street. I slouch down a bit further in my car as a tall figure walks down the driveway, phone against his ear as he paces back and forth. I can see him clearly from here, he's too tall to be my dad, too thin.
Trying to listen in on the quiet street, I roll down my window a crack and lean against my door. Looking down toward my phone as I concentrate on what he's saying.
"No... she hasn't made contact yet"
There's a brief pause before he continues, "Mmhmm, he's not confident that she'll meet him. Doesn't think she'll have the guts." He stops again as he listens to whoever is on the other end. "I told him that, said you've been watching for years. That you know how far she'll go more than anyone."
How far I'll go? For what? And who the fuck has been watching me?
My phone buzzes in my hand again but I ignore the message from Hunter and click on Manny's name, shooting out a quick message.
Me: I think we have a rat, I'm not going to tell you how I know but I need you to set up interviews with the main crew and those from the container the other day.
Manny: Roger. We still good for our meeting tomorrow?
Me: Yep, see you at 9am.
Glancing back up toward the street, the guys back is now toward me as he continues to pace, his hands running through his salt and pepper hair.
"Alright, well we have a fight set up at 10 for tonight, so don't be late."
After he makes his way back down the driveway and out of sight, I finally let out a sigh. I guess I'm making an appearance at an underground fight ring tonight, not exactly how I thought I'd be spending my Wednesday night.
Hunter: I would actually, I was looking forward to seeing you earlier. I'll have to provide your pickup line this way today. Get ready, it's a good one: I'm on fire – you wanna stop, drop and roll with me?
Me: Wow, I'm so disappointed I couldn't hear that in person. If you're that desperate to see me, you can come by after our lecture tomorrow.
Hunter: Sounds great, I am that desperate :)
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Patience
Teen FictionSage Brown is not your typical 23-year-old university student, she has a dark past filled with even darker secrets. She is determined not to let these secrets spill into the reality she has built for herself as she tries desperately to juggle her re...
