The Billionaire Darkness

Chapter Twenty-Nine

I hadn't meant to become like this, spending my time late at night sitting in front of a laptop pretending that I was actually being productive, when I was really just trying to find a way to properly deal with all the crime I knew of in New York, and like my parents, I wasn't one to allow a single injustice to anyone, but when the ping of an email notifying me that someone had tried to search me appeared on my laptop I froze only briefly, earlier in the year I'd developed a security program for all of my electronics and was still developing and fine tuning it, but what I did know for certain was that it acted like a VPN and the user was completely anonymous.

Too bad whoever it was that had been looking into me hadn't been using it.

With a quick backtracking code I watched the lines of code pass across the screen before a second tab opened and satellite imagery cleaned up the grainy map until it pinpointed the exact IP of the device.

Honestly I was a fucking billionaire worth forty-five billion dollars. Could someone really be this foolish?

Then using the history of the devices ping to cell towers, which I could admit might be just a little illegal, but who hadn't done something at least a little grey. Though I'd seen enough people pretend they were moral while having enough skeletons to fill a graveyard. A second notification appeared on my screen as it placed the device in Bed-Stuy Brooklyn.

Interesting.

Pushing away from my desk I glanced to the address, my eyes narrowing slightly at it before I walked out of my office and into the kitchen where I plucked the key for my Corvette, a vehicle I knew Riley would appreciate given that it was the ZR1 variant of the car. Pacing through the hallways of the house I slipped on a long dark coat and stepped out into the brisk evening air.

Who was it that found me so intriguing, I wonder?

Reaching my vehicle of choice I slid into the front seat and began my long drive towards Brooklyn. Not that I minded what would likely be three hours of driving. Rushing along the streets I glanced back at my phone screen which displayed the address as some distant point. Usually I'd have been upset that someone was looking into me, considering that there was only so much before the pieces about my family's deaths came to light, even if I had buried as much as I could about the reality of the Winters Family history and fortune.

Who the fuck leaves nearly a quarter of a trillion dollars to their children.

Then there was the odd sense of familiarity I got from all of this, and unfortunately my instincts were rarely wrong about anything. Without thinking, I pushed my foot down harder on the petal, the engine ahead of me pitching higher as I made my way back towards New York, until I finally arrived on the edge of the townhouse filled borough, with its gardens and chic restaurants I followed the triangulation point until I changed into the quietest mode my car had to offer as I turned off the highway.

Parking exactly one street length or eight townhouses away I spot the slightly taller than average girl. Her hair is dark and damp, likely weighed down from the aftermath of a shower, she's wearing an oversized hoodie and shorts. She'd been preparing for sleep, but had to run the garbage out first. Even from two hundred feet away I can tell that she has this dimming confidence, her shoulders were rounded in as if she'd recently been forced into a state of defending herself by someone she knew would hurt her, and it picked at me.

What the fuck.

Pushing open the door to my car I cautiously extradited myself from the black leather seats and buttoned the dark jacket I wore and tugged the leather gloves I wore back into position before just watching. I wasn't entirely unaware of the disturbing nature of what I was doing. I'd breached a level of security that resided in a grey area, and now out of curiosity had technically stalked a girl who couldn't be any older than fifteen. It also didn't take a genius to realized that her reaction wasn't the aftermath of an argument with a family member or a friend. Family hid for a handful of minutes before making up or from what I knew they hid from one another. That didn't seem the case here, she was too comfortably clothed, she wasn't hiding herself. Friend arguments were longer and typically for stupid reasons that would maybe last a week at the worst. People that were confident didn't let people walk all over them. She was hiding from someone.

Watching her she paused at the bin and turned as if she could sense me here, but I'd chosen to park in shadows where lights wouldn't reach me and I picked a place to hide which spoke to my own inhibitions about my morality. But she was hurt and I could see it, and I wanted to change that for her. Then the stupidity of my protectiveness scoffed at me subconsciously which was the curse of anyone with an above average IQ, neurology alone stated the way that extremely intelligent people's brains worked.

She was pretty, really fucking pretty. Her face is void of make up, hair pulled up in a messy bun, small ellipsis frame earrings hidden behind copper and coffee strands of hair. Her eyes were dark, heart shaped face that would fit perfectly in my hands. How would she look at me if I stepped from the shadows and told her that she wouldn't have to fear harm from me, that I'd keep her from being hurt in even the slightest way.

No one would touch her, and I want to know her, every little secret just so that I knew exactly how to do all the things she deserved. It was a feeling entirely alien to me. I was Adrian Winters, heir to a business empire that made people look away, I didn't give a fuck about anyone else, and still one glance at this girl didn't even flicker towards the kind of thoughts I generally had, indifference didn't belong to her, the opposite did. She deserved to be held, wrapped in a blanket and carried to bed when she'd stayed up too late and read a book because she struck me as a bookish teenager, she looked like she'd tell someone to go fuck themselves, and then ask to be comforted in one breath.

Yeah this is definitely too fucking much.

I really shouldn't party how I do, it's fucking up my mind. I didn't even know her, I knew her address but it was clear from the white S7 that sat in front of the brownstone that she lived a life with a single parent that made enough to be in the top tax bracket in New York City. Her age alone wasn't what stopped any of my reactions, it was that she couldn't know me, so I'd have to settle with doing my work from afar. She was intriguing to me, and as I watched her move back up the stairs into the townhouse again I climbed back into my car and drove away.

October 22nd, 2019. The Primary confirms location of the Intrigued.
    

So this is the first time that Adrian actually looks into his security, this is the start to one of the newer points but I promise it ties in eventually, there is a purpose here. Comment, vote, and share. Anyways

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