CHAPTER FIVE
Back off !!!
The clicking of the laptop keys hurt my brain and my eyes. Let's not mention my ears, the sound is so irritating I wanna break the laptop but I still try to keep calm.
God, why does it hurt so much?
Because you drunk half of the bar, Kenzy, you idiot.
I'm never drinking again.
I try to focus on what I'm doing, rather than my pounding headache. The memories of Jake keep intruding. What the fuck was I even thinking? I was so close to having sex with a stranger. All in the name he looked like Dylan!
And why was I even thinking about Dylan that way?
He took it alright when I freaked just as he was about to get my pants down. I went back to the bar shortly afterward.
It's not Jake, exactly, that's bothering me.
It's the fact that I was only attracted to him because he looks like Dylan. I've gotten Dylan friendships back, and the least I could do is to ruin it with my inappropriate longings.
I force myself to look back at my laptop screen. I'm looking into Daravit Enterprises. Everything that I've found so far tells me the original suspicion was correct the company isn't real.
I considered calling Dylan but decided against it.
His stuff is coming in with a moving van tomorrow, and I've promised I'll help him move into his new apartment. I can talk to him then.
Not that talking to him got me anywhere last time, but I wouldn't be a journalist if I didn't know the meaning of perseverance.
Dylan can't be my primary source, though, not if I'm going on, so I'll figure out for myself.
The first step is to track whoever runs this fake website. They will be my first source in this.
I spend my morning talking to the website hosts, pretending to be an auditor. It takes a while but actually I got the name: Hunter Mills.
I expected F******k to provide all the information I need, but I'm brought up short when my search results return no Hunter Mills in the area I'm looking for.
Who doesn't have a F******k page nowadays?
I did a standard G****e search, which turn up nothing. A good mystery always draws me in, and this one is no exception. I got lost in my search, determined to find him.
Eventually, I did. He's cited in a newspaper article about an apartment complex he had brought out. Whoever he is, he must be wealthy. He also didn't like the press- the reporter writing the article tried to question him but was turned away on multiple occasions.
Who are you, Hunter? What do you have to do with Dylan?
There was precious little information available, but I managed to find out that after buying the apartment complex several years ago, Hunter allowed many people to move in for free.
They seem a quiet group, from what can glean from social media, keeping to themselves.
This must be the community Dylan was talking about. What brings them together, though?
They all seem to be completely different people from various walks of life.
I can't figure out why Hunter would spend a fortune buying an apartment and then just let these random people live there living with him because he lives in one of the apartments too.
The ringing of my phone breaks my concentration. Annoyed, I answer. “Hello?”
“Back off”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“Look, I think you have the wrong number .”
“I don't have the wrong number, Kenzy. Keep investigating me, and you'll regret it .”
Fear pools in my stomach, but curiosity overwhelmed me. “Hunter?”
“Stay away from us if you know what's good for you. Don't test me.”
“You know Dylan, don't you?”
“It's too late. He already hung up.
This isn't the first time I've gotten a threatening call, trying to get me to abandon a story, but something about the resolve in Hunter's voice gives me shivers.
I closed my laptop, wondering how Hunter knew.
He would have no reason to bug my laptop - he doesn't even know me. No, the most likely option is that he has software that lets him know whenever someone is searching his name.
Software like that didn't come cheap nor easily available. Whatever Hunter is hiding, It is very important to him.
His words echoed again in my ears and I shivered. What has Dylan gotten into? I try not to think negatively as it's causing my head to burning and right now, I really need to rest.
For now. I willl shelve it, but only until I take it to Dylan tomorrow. I close my laptop wondering who Hunter is and what his secret is.
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The next morning….
The moving van was waiting when I arrived. It's a block of apartment buildings that looks suspiciously like the one Hunter owns. Dylan said he's joining the local branch of whatever group he's involved with.
I wonder if I'm about to meet Gavin's counterpart here.
Dylan was waiting for me in the van, and his smile weakened me to my knees.
What's wrong with me? He's my friend! Get your mind out of the gutter, Kenzy.
“Hey, are you ready to haul some boxes ?”
“Absolutely!”
It's Dylan who does most of the box hauling, leaving me with the less strenuous tasks of unpacking them.
"Need a break?" Dylan asked. I'm guessing he has been observing my mood and even though he is in the next room, he can still sense that everything is not okay with me. How he knows that is still a mystery but I let it slide away.
"No… not exactly. You?" I asked, turning my eyes to the direction of his sound but I didn't hear him speaking.
"Uhmm, I guess we need a break after a few more boxes." He said and I'm glad a golden opportunity has arrived for my question.
"Sure!" I smirked and continued unpacking the smaller boxes.
He comes out of the room shortly and during the moment of inactivity between boxes, I bring up things that have been gnawing inside me the last day.
“Who's Hunter Mills?”
I asked, my eyes fixed on him as he glared back, seeming somewhat afraid.
KENZY'S P.O.V.2 weeks later.It's been like ages since the last time Dylan kissed me on the forehead and said he loved me. Yeah, I knew Dylan had always been there for me and we had moved through this part together. Caring and loving like a normal married couple.I huffed, shutting my eyes and remembering everything that has happened so far.Yes, the truth of the matter remained that we both love each other but the circumstances of our marriage were slowly racing through my mind. I knew I was hungry for something extraordinary, something I feared that Dylan would give to me. A real marriage, a normal family. As the days keep rolling by I find myself afraid of the worst. I don't know why, but I have been having these crazy dreams about him slipping away from my hands, right in front of me. I'm not that type of frek that thinks so negatively and let it torture me in form of nightmares. This one just keeps happening, each time I shut my eyes and lay down to rest I keep seeing this beau
CHAPTER FORTY ONEI stared into Dylan's blanched face as they took me away, Inez made the atmosphere intense as he smirked.Victory written all over his face as I was gently taken away. Just like the scenes of an Indian movie, I turned backwards watching Dylan race towards but the bodyguards held him back. I could feel the agony and pains in his eyes but regardless I had to do this for him. I couldn't watch his pack become ruined because of me. As our eyes met one more time, I did what everyone in my shoes would have done. I shifted my gaze, to the door as tears rolled freely down my eyes. I knew this might be the last time my eyes will ever behold Dylan's wonderful face and we'll definited body but honestly, I didn't have a choice.I knew he would hate me for my decisions, but I don't care. What mattered more to me is the fact that I would be able to save his life and that of his pack.I gulped down, the pains of being taken away from your lover hit me like strain bullets and my ent
CHAPTER FORTYI froze at first before shrugging it off. There was no way a man like Daniel could be brother to someone as powerful and committed to his pack like Derek. Although I had to admit they both had an undeniable striking resemblance which makes me reconsider my thoughts. 'Are they actually brothers?' I snapped out of it soon as I saw a drop of blood dropping down from Daniel's face. I was furious and filled with anger and I dive towards Daniel."Let go of him! Daniel." I tried to sound as calm as possible.His weird smirk tells me something is wrong but I tired not to bother much about that. I don't know what's happening but in the next few minutes, rogues surrounded our pack. "It was a trap all along, Daniel had tricked me and with the way he was smirking, I sense everything isn't going to be fine! Derek's unusual silence caught my attention and I'm forced to look in his direction. I opened my lips to talk but figured out there wouldn't be any use for that. I could talk
CHAPTER THIRTY NineI wiped off the tears that had been falling freely down my face. I hate the fact that I'm torn in between two things I love the most. I kept running until I got to the end of the road. Now, I'm standing in front of the two paths. "Either way you will have to lose one." Daniel's words echoed in my head and I gulped, trying to figure out what to do next. Taking the right path would lead me to my Dylan, the man whom I treasured more than the entire universe and had more memories with. My existence was based on him and I couldn't imagine another day without him let alone lose him forever. Taking the right path, I will get to the pack house in no time, I will be able to warn the entire pack members and Derek will be able to help stop everything ahead of time. Speaking about time, I'm out of time! I barely have up to forty minutes to round up whatever I chose to do. I shut my eyes remembering what Raymond had taught me, back then when we used to be together, he said w
CHAPTER THIRY EIGHT"Do you think you'd be able to escape?" Daniel's hot breath feel on my neck.One thing was certain, I didn't care what the consequences of my actions are and I'm none apologetic about it.I inhaled sharply the breez, turning over to him with an indifferent look."Say what you want but don't you dare lay your filthy fingers on me." I warned with a stern look.The expression on his face showed he was amazed about the kind of woman I was. Fearless, bold and even sassy. Deep down, my head is a market place and I shiver as I don't know he was going to do next. I can only hope he doesn't hurt me and I desperately know I need to work on my tongue!"What makes you think I'd want to touch your body?" He asked with a deadpan face."I don't know but like I said, don't you fucking touch me." My eyes meets his and he grinned, devouring him with his hungry eyes as though I was some of meal.I roll my eyes really hard and sneared at him, he sighs and dragged me along like I was
CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN Deep down inside the forest, I am panting as drops of sweat race down my face.There is total darkness and I can barely make out anything.I tried to be as calm as possible, I had never been this careful, walking and praying I wouldn't end up making a single noise.I stopped on my track, looking backwards to see if anyone was behind me, but no, there was no rogue after me.Turning front, I discovered I didn't know which part to take. I was lost in this deep part of the forest. I began to panic, there was no escape for me, everyone had been taken down and I was the only person that made it out. 'Dylan!' his name rings bell in my mind and I am lost wandering where on Earth he must have gone to! Earlier at the restaurant, I became angry the moment I noticed it was another man holding me instead of Dylan. I opted to leave but he held me back. I discovered that I was not the only person who was attacked.The entire restaurant had been attacked, I flicked, pushing ba