Poison

Pursuit. 22

Adonis- Lucas

"Adonis sweetheart, I know you really like this girl," "no matter how much you deny it, I know you do." My mothers voice said through my phone.

"Má, she hasn't come back home for a whole week," I said. "What am I supposed to do?"

"Go after her," she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"I wouldn't know where to start,"

"Adonis, there's a tracking device on her engagement ring," she told me. "Where ever the tracker says she is is a good place to start, even if she's not there, at least you started somewhere."

"There's a tracking device on the ring?!" I asked. "How do I track it?"

"She's in the mall, about a mile from the mansion," my mother said. "Start there."

"Impossible, she was driven to the school about 45 minutes ago."

"Son, I invented the technology," she said. "And I have the app on my computer."

My mother pinged the location to my phone. I debated asking Luck to go for me, but I decided against it. I went myself.

I got into my Mercedes and drove to the mall. I can't believe she was at the mall. She should be in the office working or something. I would have expected her to train if she didn't want to be pressed about the wedding, but instead she goes to the mall.

I arrive in the parking lot and check the location. The blue dot on the centre of the screen was Isabela. She looked like she was in a Victoria secret. Great, the most feminine store out of them all. I don't need to be fitted for a bra.

After walking and searching, I finally found the Victoria secret she was in. I tried not to look weird and I walked in. But then I realised she must be in the dressing rooms because she was nowhere in the store.

I was supposed to get back there. I walked over and peered around the corner. There was a girl with long black curly hair. And 4 cubicles with curtains as a door. Only one was closed. I was guessing Isabela was in that one.

"Isabela?" I called, "you in here?"

The curly haired girl looked over too me.

"Ooo are you Isabela's boyfriend?" She asked. This girl knows Isabela and she knows me.

"Yeah I am, I'm Lucas," I smiled. "She in there?" I asked.

The girl nodded and I walked over to the curtain. I pulled it back and stepped in, quickly closing the curtains behind me.

"Jade what the fu-" she looked at me. Her hands covered her body. "Oh it's you."

She moved her hands away. My mouth dropped open slightly as I scanned her body. I quickly turned around.

"Put your clothes on," I groaned.

"Oh, come on," she whispered. I heard her moving around behind me. I guessed she was putting her clothes back on. "As if your didn't like the sight." She whispered breathy in my ear.

"Someone's feeling cocky," I said. Thank god my back was turned, because that girl can really make my face burn. "Put it in a bag and get it."

"Why?" She forced me to turn around. She looked up at my eyes. It made my heart thump in my chest. She was clothed now. She dangled the Bralette in front of my face. "You like it?"

"Yes." I reluctantly pulled away from her and I sat on a small seat in the little room.

She smirked slightly. She pulled another garment out of her basket. The panties.

"There a thong thing," she said.

"A thong thing?" I questioned sarcastically. I chuckled. She put the underwear into the bag. "What are you doing here?" I asked.

I blocked out anything she said and pulled her out of the changing room. I walked over to the counter, through a wad of hundreds behind the counter and left with her friend trailing behind us.

"Where are we going?" She asked.

"To drop off your friend," I explained. We left the store and I realised it probably looked a little weird for me to be literally dragging Isabela through the mall, so instead I took her hand in mine and walked along with her instead. I slowed down to let her friend catch up and walk next to us. I didn't like that girl, she had one of those faces. One that I considered a fake innocent.

Some would say that my actions can be a little rash and unnecessary. But I'm just staying alert. I know that if we were in that changing room any longer, something would have happened. Something that would end up hurting someone.