Night rider

The Uninvited Intruder

I stood in the dimly lit room, surrounded by rows upon rows of dusty shelves that housed my extensive collection of books. This was my sanctuary, a place where I could retreat from the world and lose myself in the knowledge and stories that filled each page.

But today, my peaceful haven was about to be shattered.

I reached into my pocket and retrieved a small remote control. With a flick of my thumb, I activated the hidden cameras I had carefully placed between the shelves.

The screens before me flickered to life, and I anxiously began reviewing the footage, ensuring the security of my treasured books.

As I watched the video feed, my eyes widened in disbelief. There, on the screen, was an unfamiliar figure cautiously making his way through the shelves.

My heart raced, and a knot formed in my stomach. Who was this intruder, and how did he manage to find his way into my private space?

I leaned in closer, my eyes scanning the screen for any clue as to his intentions. My cameras had captured him rifling through my belongings, his gloved hands rummaging through the pages of cherished books.

Anger and fear welled up within me. How dare he invade my sanctuary and disrespect my collection?

But as the intruder continued his search, my anger turned into a chilling realization. He had taken something. My eyes darted across the screen, desperately trying to spot what was missing. And then I saw it—a book, a book that belonged to my father.

My hands trembled as I clutched the remote control tightly. That book held not only sentimental value but also valuable information, including my father's contacts.

It was a connection to his work, a part of him that I hated dearly. How could this stranger take something so personal and irreplaceable?

A surge of determination replaced my initial shock. I couldn't let this go unpunished. I quickly composed myself, my mind racing with plans of how to apprehend this audacious thief.

I would not rest until I had reclaimed what was rightfully mine and ensured that this intruder never trespassed upon my sanctuary again.

With a resolute expression on my face, I shut down the surveillance feed and strode purposefully toward the door. It was time to confront the intruder and reclaim my father's book.

This was a violation I would not allow to go unanswered.

Determined to retrieve my dad's book and find the audacious intruder who had violated my sanctuary, I set out on a mission to seek answers. There was one person I knew who might have the information I needed—Jack, an old friend who worked as a bartender.

Over the years, he had gained a reputation for having connections and knowledge about the criminal world.

The neon lights of the city illuminated the streets as I made my way to the bustling bar where Jack worked. The familiar sound of music and chatter filled the air, but my focus remained fixed on my objective. I pushed through the crowd and spotted Jack behind the counter, skillfully mixing drinks with practiced ease.

With a determined stride, I approached the bar and caught Jack's attention. His face lit up with recognition as he saw me, and he greeted me with an old and warm smile.

"Lilith! Long time no see. What brings you here tonight child ?" Jack asked, wiping his old hands on a towel.

I returned his smile, although a hint of worry lingered in my eyes. "Hey, Jack. I need your help with something. It's important."

His expression turned serious as he picked up on my urgency. "Of course, anything for you. What do you need?"

I reached into my bag and retrieved a printed photo. It was a still frame from the footage I had captured in my house. The image showed the guy, his face partially hidden with a mask, but his eyes filled with mischief and a hint of arrogance. I handed the photo to Jack.

"I need to find this guy," I said, my voice resolute. "He broke into my personal space and took something that belongs to me. Do you recognize him?"

That book wasn't something I cared about, it was my key to my complete freedom, knowing that I'm still on the run under a fake identity and fake life, I did not let my guard down, one day my dad would come back to collect his debt and to end this, that book would be the solution,

Before I ran from the house, I had printed all of the information from his phone and laptop, I didn't know that he was engaged that much in the sick world of drugs and sex trafficking until I saw the papers I'd taken from him.

Jack studied the photo intently, his brow furrowing as he tried to place the face. After a few moments, he shook his head, disappointment evident in his eyes. "I'm sorry, child. I don't recognize this man. But I can ask around, and see if anyone in my network has come across him."

I nodded, understanding that this lead might not yield immediate results. "Thank you, Jack. I appreciate any help you can offer. This book has sentimental value, and I need to get it back."

a big fucking lie. Without that book, I'm a dead woman.

Jack's expression softened, and he placed a comforting hand on mine. "I understand, Lilith. I'll do my best to find out anything I can. In the meantime, be careful. This guy might be connected to something bigger than you realize."

His words resonated with me, reminding me that I was stepping into a dangerous world. But I was determined to face the risks head-on to protect what was important to me. With a nod of gratitude, I left the bar, my mind racing with thoughts of what steps to take next.

As I walked through the dimly lit streets, a mix of determination and caution coursed through my veins. I knew that finding this asshole would not be easy, but I was prepared to go to great lengths to reclaim what was rightfully mine.

The journey had just begun, and I was ready to uncover the truth, no matter where it led me.