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Chapter 19: Part 2

A/N: Wrote this to celebrate 2k likes! Thanks guys! And also, in case anyone was wondering what Jackson's been up to and how he's coping...

Jackson's jaw was steel-tight, the red lights in the room made his eyes look dangerously dark as they stared straight forward. Sweat seeped through his body, coating his face with a thin sheer. Each rep drew a low grunt from him, his breath catching as he drove the weight upward.

He was at the Speakeasy Fitness in Cali, lifting weights in hopes it would help him resist the urge to march over to that fucking hotel McCoy was staying at, drag him the fuck back home, and demand answers as to why he wasn't responding to his texts and calls. He had sent over a hundred already! Ugh. With a strained groan, his muscles trembling, Jackson powered through the last rep before hitching the handle back on the chest press machine. Hell yeah! Twelve reps at a hundred and seventy pounds; he wiped his forehead with the towel draped over his shoulder, feeling proud despite the constant itch to send another quick text to his love.

It had been a week since his Alpha left him—or, more precisely, ignored him. Jackson had not gotten a call or text; talk about rude on McCoy's part. It was fine; he tried to remind himself. The old-timer just needed some time and space.

He would've been angry, enraged—completely ravenous if he didn't know what his lover had been up to, but Jackson knew. He had always been one step ahead of McCoy from day one, so he wasn't too worried about his Alpha's whereabouts. Call him unhinged or whatever, but what McCoy didn't know wouldn't hurt him—especially when Jackson did it for the older man's own safety since McCoy was too trusting :)

Speaking of trusting, if McCoy wouldn't talk to him, he wouldn't know what his sponsor was up to. Ugh, his fault for ignoring Jackson.

Jackson straightened his back after he picked up his phone from the ground and switched it on. A twisted smile appeared on his screen when the image of his boyfriend's lovely, sexy face showed up. Landon was lazily scrolling through his phone, lounging on the bed while eating a bowl of strawberries, not knowing that Jackson's crazed eyes were on him, watching him.

The older man was staying at the Hilton in Santa Monica. He had just returned after spending the day at the pier with that hillbilly brainrot freak show, Wade.

Jackson snickered to himself before he set the phone back on the floor and picked up his headphones, placing the device over his head. He was a fucking genius. Slipping spyware on McCoy's phone and a tracker on his car? Totally worth it. Except, maybe next time he should get the one that not only records videos but also records sound because he couldn't hear what the fuck they were talking about. Whatever...

McCoy was just lucky Jackson hadn't done this sooner. It was only because he was nice enough to give McCoy the luxury of privacy made he did not do it. He was a good boyfriend, very considerate, very mindful. He wasn't stupid, though. He knew the old man would freak out sooner than later and probably leave. And it did happen; just three days before Jackson had added spyware to McCoy's phone. Talk about luck.

He knew exactly where his lover was staying, every meal he ate, every single person he spoke to—there wasn't a single detail that escaped him. Jackson knew everything.

Still...

That didn't mean he wasn't totally losing his mind over it. The old man was flat-out ghosting him, and Jackson was absolutely fuming.