Lost in Me (Lost Duet #1)

Chapter Seven

Jesse

I have been sitting outside the gate of this fucking mansion all night long. I watched a man come to the center and drive away in Emory’s car. I knew he would lead me to wherever she was hiding, and I was right. Of course, she is involved with the fucker that held my throat. He has no idea what I will do to him for touching her. For touching what is mine.

I have spent the last twelve years planning exactly how I was going to get her back once I got out, and I am not going to let this fucker fuck it up.

She and I are forever, and that doesn’t change because she sent me to prison. I do admit kidnapping her was the wrong approach. I should have known it wouldn’t end well, but my love for her has always made me do irrational things.

And now that I know she has found another man, she is not the only one I have my eyes on. This fucker thinks he can disrespect me and take my woman from me. He has no idea who I am or who I have become since being locked up. The State and courts thought I was dangerous before prison. They should fucking see what they have turned me into now.

Everything I am today is because of them. So whatever happens next and in the future is fucking on them. I didn’t want to kill those two cops, but after they finally fucking broke and told me where she was, I couldn’t let them live. They would have warned her. The prison let me out a week early. Lucky for them, it allowed me to get my ducks in a row.

It was a lot easier thank I thought it would be to break those two cops. They begged for their lives, but they forget I am the one that has no remorse, no fucking soul. They were in my way and were the two men that took her away from me. Everyone involved in my case is on my fucking list, and one by one, they will pay the consequences for their part in separating Emory and me. They will pay with their fucking lives.

I sit back in my seat and watch the front gates to the house finally open. I looked at the clock: 8:30 AM. I knew they wouldn’t miss work. They have a mission. They have people to help. I sink down in my seat and watch the black Mustang pull out. I can see the fucker in the driver’s seat, and Emory is in the front seat. The man stops at the end of the driveway and brings Emory’s hand up to his mouth. I watch him kiss her hand and then lower it. I don’t need to see to know they are holding hands. The guy smiles as he pulls out onto the road, heading toward the freeway.

I have to give it to him. His house is very well protected but not protected enough. I will find a way inside that fucking house, and when I do, I will bring this man’s worst fucking nightmares to life.

Before I left the parking lot last night to follow Emory’s car, I left her a little present at the front doors of the center. She will be reminded of the meaning behind the dead roses and the diamond ring I left next to the roses, along with my vows to her. Our wedding vows we created fucking years ago. I sent her thousands of letters when I was in prison, but she moved away and the letters always got returned. Now, I get to deliver them in person. Each day, she will get a new letter. She will never know when she will get a new one.

It is time to play the game we started all those years ago, and fuck, man, I almost had her where I wanted her, but she escaped. I got sent to prison, and now I got a new fucker to deal with.

She thinks I would just walk away from her? That I would let her move on with another motherfucker. Fuck that. That is never ever going to happen, and now there is no one that can stop me except for the fucker she is now with, but he will soon not be a problem for me. I will make it fucking impossible for him to want to stay with her, for I am not just going to fucking stalk my future wife, I will also stalk her new lover until he fucking breaks.

He acts like a tough guy now, but every man has a breaking point, and I just need to get him to his, to where he throws his hands up in the air and realizes she is not worth the fucking trouble.

I allow a few cars to come between me and them as we both get onto the freeway. I fucking hate this town. I fucking hate the weather, and part of me thinks that is why she chose to move here. Maybe she thought I wouldn’t find her at all, or I wouldn’t try looking for her, but now she knows she was so very wrong about that. She is the only thing I thought about in prison.

I have our entire lives planned out. Having children, buying a house, me working, her staying home with the children, of course. I can’t fucking wait to tell her what her future will be like. Fucking her is something I missed so much. I have dreamed about our time in the locked room. Those five days were the best, but like I have said, I took it a little too far, but she did force my hand. If she had just gone willingly with me to the room, I wouldn’t have had to lock her in with me.

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This fucker went around in circles for the last thirty minutes. He is smart, trying to make sure he is not being followed, but he is being followed. They continue to go straight. I decide to pull off on a side street. I have found the perfect fucking spot where I can watch the center and see everything, including inside Emory’s office and her lover’s office as well. It wasn’t hard trying to figure it out.

She might have changed, but there are some things about her that haven’t. I know how she likes her office and what kind of things she would put in her office, and her new lover is the boss. It wasn’t hard to find that his office was across the hall from hers. I don’t know how long this fucker has been fucking my woman, but I plan on finding out everything about him.

All his dark fucking secrets will be let out from the darkness, and I will show Emory that she belongs with me, that she belongs to me, and that she doesn’t want to trust this fucker. Everyone has a dark side, and from the way he grabbed my throat and how he carries himself, I am guessing he has a past and a darkness he keeps hidden from everyone, including Emory.

I am surprised, though, that she found someone else to try and move on with. I know she loves me. She has shown me, she has told me, and that doesn’t change because I made the small mistake of kidnapping her. She can look past that, I know she can, and I will help her move on with me and leave this fucker, this job, this state, and this fucking weather behind, and we will start over together in a new place.

I slowly back up into the space, hiding my car behind a tree. From here, I can see her office and his office. I turn off the car and slowly get out, gently closing the door as I make my way through the trees, finding a good spot that lets me see them pull in and allows me to see the front door and the gifts I have left behind for her.

I lean against one of the trees and cross my arms across my chest as I watch the black Mustang turn into the parking lot and park in one of the front spots. Her new lover gets out and makes his way over to her side of the car. He opens the door for her, and I hold my breath as Emory slides out of the car and takes a step back, allowing him to close the door.