Tease Me (Private Listing #4)

“Where’s Madison?” Seth rubs Anna’s back soothingly.

Anna turns her brown eyes up to me. There’s a nasty cut on her forehead. “He’s insane. He’s got her drugged… He’s saying all these things… He tried to kill me.”

“Do you know who the stalker is?” I ask.

She brings her fist to her mouth as her tears spill over. “It’s Patrick.”

I step back like she hit me. I had my suspicions, but I never truly thought he was the stalker. All those messages. All that fear. And he sat beside me and worked like it was nothing.

Anna steps forward and grabs my shirtsleeve. “You have to go. He has her. She’s unconscious. I don’t know what he’ll do to her.”

“What about the other man?”

Anna’s lip trembles. “Patrick shot him.”

I lift my gaze to Seth. Waiting to know what to do with Anna. We can’t leave her here alone. Noah steps forward.

“Go get our girl.” Noah wraps his arm around Anna’s shoulders.

“Wait,” Anna says and grabs my hand. “The house has two doors. The front and in the kitchen on the other side of the house. Two bedrooms on the side closest to us. I left Madison in the hallway leading to the bedrooms. Please, get to her before he does something.”

I squeeze her hand. “We will.”

We have to or I’ll kill Patrick myself. Noah nods and leads Anna toward the helicopter.

“Fuck, Blake’s gone.” Seth turns to me, but we both know where he is.

Blake

As soon as Anna said he’s got her drugged, I saw red. I couldn’t wait. I couldn’t be too late. Not this time. I can’t lose her.

The house is small and quaint. I approach it low and slow, trying to aim for an area where there are no windows. I know there’s a man. And that he has Madison.

I flatten my back against the side of the house and listen for anything. Patrick and the stalker are all that’s left in there. For all I know, that gunshot killed Patrick.

“We may not have much time, little one. Unlike Hope, Anna knows this area.” Patrick’s voice comes through an open window. Fuck. Dread flows through me at his use of little one. That means Patrick is the stalker.

I edge closer to the window. If Patrick is the stalker, who is the other man? And where is he? Are they working together?

“She ruins everything.”

I look in the window and Patrick sits on the bed next to Madison, stroking her hair. She’s completely still with her arms down beside her.

“I need to pack and we’ll leave. I wanted this to be our home, but Anna ruined that too.” Patrick leans down and brushes a kiss over Madison’s lips. “Soon, little one.”

A hot brand sinks into my chest. Patrick rises and heads to the left. She lies there, still and unmoving. Her chest gently rises and falls.

A hand touches my arm and I jerk around, prepared to deck whoever is behind me.

Coop holds up his hands. Seth stands behind him. I gesture with my head to move away from the window.

When it’s safe, we squat against the side of the building.

“Patrick’s the stalker. The other is dead,” Coop says barely louder than a breath. “Is she okay?”

“She’s clothed on the bed. Patrick is in there with her. He’s leaving with her.”

He could have done anything to her. The message he sent her with the mannequin races through my mind. She’s wearing the same dress. Fuck.