Play The Part (Player Next Door Book 3)

69 | Do We Have Apples?

Chapter 69: Do We Have Apples?

*Luke's POV*

I knew this neighborhood like the back of my hand.

But right now, I had no idea where I was going.

Roneal had connected my phone to track the moving airtag. I drove at breakneck speed, swerving out of the parking lot like it was GTA 6.

I tried to focus on the road while I drove one hand only, the other hand calling the top number on speed dial.

"There's a curse on me!" her voice filled my car the instant she picked up.

Millie has a way of turning everything upside down. I almost forgot about the blackmailer the second she picked up.

Almost.

"Millie, listen to me," I said.

I should know better by now.

She continued rambling, "I'm telling you Luke, there's a magnetic electronic airfield between me and Dawson men laptops. Two generations now! I'll be in debt to you forever!"

"Millie," I repeated.

"I'm ENSLAVED!"

"MILLIE."

I don't yell at her often.

She paused.

Silence.

"You called me Millie," her voice breathed, recovering from her 'enslaved' comment pretty quickly, "What happened?"

"The tracker you left in the yellow jacket is on the move."

She whispered in a terrified voice, "Oh beetles."

Hearing her loud rambling voice disintegrate into a defeated whisper, crushed me.

I knew she had trauma from when the blackmailer broke into her house and entered her bedroom. I hated that they took away her sense of safety.

I hated that I wasn't there in time to stop it.

"It's ok," I reassured her.

"Where are you?" she whispered, "Are you coming over?"

I wanted to.

I could never leave her again like that. But...

"I can't-"

"Why not?" I heard the panic in her voice, "Please."

"Don't worry," I told her, "The tracker is not moving towards you, it's going away. Far away."

"Is anyone with you?" she asked, immediately worried for me.

"Just me and the broken laptop," I smirked, "As a momento of our love."

"Are you cracking jokes in a crisis like this?"

My smile widened, "I learn from the best."

I followed the tracker, turning onto a new street, heading out of town. I felt a lot more at ease speaking to her. No matter what I was doing, it always felt right when I heard her.

"Don't go alone," she said.

"I'm not. Roneal can see my location and I'm in a car. I'm fine."

"Where are you going?"

"I don't know," I said honestly, "The tracker's moving out of town."

"Please be careful," she paused, "I love you, you know that?"