Chapter 12

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Spike.

He watched her slip away again right before his eyes. He was egregious and disappointed by her sly yet innocent way of making a fool out of him. When would he ever learn his lessons? He was partially, No fully at fault too.

If he hadn't been stupid enough to build his house in a deserted place, he could have easily hailed a cab and had her followed. He scratched his hair frustratingly, pummelling his fists on the brick wall. He stopped at seeing his knuckles bleed. He was most especially furious with himself.

"Shit that bitch can't stop being amazing. I'll fucking catch her again and trust me... When I do, she'll regret running away from me." He said as some sort of console mantra to calm himself and put himself in order.

He went to the refrigerator and retrieved a bottle of rum and a glass of ice. He sat down and poured the drink into the glass, swirling it with his fingers before bringing it to his lips. He took a large gulp and went for his phone, dialling Cassino's nu