Chapter 15

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Elna p.o.v

When I arrived at the gang house a few hours ago, I told them everything that I told Fred.

We were discussing our plan on how we were going to catch this stalker when I saw a head pop up at one of the windows.

I knew that Daniel could not hear us, so I informed the people in front of me not to make it obvious that we knew he was there. Daniel was too curious for his own good, and one day that will get him killed.

"You're kidding me, right? Do you know this dude?" Ash asked me slightly amused. I sighed and held my temple between my thumb and pointing finger when I heard the rest of the guys start to chuckle behind me, laughing at Daniel who was standing on his toes, trying to look into my house.

"Would you shut it?" I scolded them.

"I'll take care of it," Dan said and picked up a metal looking rod, sneaking up on him. But before I could object to what he was about to do, he hit Daniel over the head. Daniel fell to the floor and his now limp body lying motionless on the ground.

"Dan! Really?" I asked in disbelieve and shock, "You could have just grabbed him!"

"He was basically spying on us!" He exclaimed. I rolled my eyes and asked Ash to take Daniel to the interrogation room downstairs.

Daniel was put down on the chair, I tied him to it with ropes around his wrists behind his back and around his ankles to the chair itself.

I got a chair and sat on it so that I am straddling it and facing Daniel when he finally started to wake up. I looked him dead in the eye when he started to look around in a kind of panic state, but when his eyes landed on me, he quickly masked it and smirks.

"So, when you could not get me like a normal girl would, you decide to tie me up instead. I like a girl that is into kink." He said and winks at me.

I scoffed and got up walking up to him and getting my gun out pointing it at his head. His eyes widen in panic and shock for a moment before masking it again.

"I know that you won't pull the trigger. You're bluffing."

"Is that so?"

"Yup," He said popping the 'p',

I looked him in the eyes and lowered my gun. He smirked again and that is when I pulled the trigger. I shot him straight in the leg, letting him groan out and tilt his head back staring at me in disbelieve.

"Might not have been in the head, but do you believe me now?"

"Screw you, Elna."

"I want to know what the hell you were doing on my property and why you were stalking my gang."

"Yours?"

"Yes! My property and my gang. You are stupid you know that? Just going on another gangs territory..."

"Wait, so you are"

"Yes, well done, you deserve a medal for putting two and two together," I said sarcastically rolling my eyes.

"You cannot be the most powerful gang leader...

"Looks can be deceiving, Daniel. If I can give you some advice do not judge a book by its cover. Being undercover as a nerd, you see a lot of other sides to people and see the difference in how they treat you just because they do not think that you are pretty or popular enough. It's disgusting, to be honest..." I said and looked down at the floor as I told him this.

I looked up to see him looking at me with confusion. But before he could say anything, I cut him off again while I walked towards him. I took out a knife as I stood in front of him, crouching down and cut the ropes that were around his ankles and wrists.

He rubbed his wrists where the ropes left red marks and still looked at me confused.

"Look, I don't want to be your enemy and you don't want to make one out of me, so I'm going to say it once more, if you tell anyone and I mean anyone, about who and what I really am I won't be so lenient. You should really get out of here. I am involved in stuff that you really do not want to be apart off. So, get the bike that you followed me here on, and get the hell out of here."

He stands up with raised eyebrows, "Just get out of here?'

"I think that's what I said, dipshit."

"Hey, no need for cruel language," He said teasingly,

" Get. Out." He raises his hands in defense and walks out the door, getting on his bike.

Why did I let him go so easily?

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