Back Unhinged Cain
Chapters (44)
  1. Title Page
  2. Contents
  3. Copyright
  4. Also by BROOKLYN CROSS
  5. WARNING
  6. Playlist
  7. Prologue
  8. Chapter 1
  9. Chapter 2
  10. Chapter 3
  11. Chapter 4
  12. Chapter 5
  13. Chapter 6
  14. Chapter 7
  15. Chapter 8
  16. Chapter 9
  17. Chapter 10
  18. Chapter 11
  19. Chapter 12
  20. Chapter 13
  21. Chapter 14
  22. Chapter 15
  23. Chapter 16
  24. Chapter 17
  25. Chapter 18
  26. Chapter 19
  27. Chapter 20
  28. Chapter 21
  29. Chapter 22
  30. Chapter 23
  31. Chapter 24
  32. Chapter 25
  33. Chapter 26
  34. Chapter 27
  35. Chapter 28
  36. Chapter 29
  37. Chapter 30
  38. Chapter 31
  39. Chapter 32
  40. Chapter 33
  41. Epilogue
  42. Thank You
  43. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  44. Stalk Me Links

“Seems like a pretty remote area to need a large metal gate,” she said as I leaned out the window.

“All the more reason to have security. My shop always has many client vehicles parked around it, and people see a remote area as a good spot to steal from. I wouldn’t want an upset client because their vehicle was broken into,” I said as the metal slowly began to swing open and grant us entry. “Bad for business.”

I could almost hear the quickening of her heart as we pulled through the gates and the headlights of the truck showed the long driveway with the overgrown grass and old trees that fanned out on either side. During the day, it was quite a pretty drive if you were into that sort of thing, but it had an unsettling ambiance at night. Also made it very difficult to get through and sneak up to the house without setting off one of the cameras or motion detectors.

Sunshine swallowed hard, and I could feel her sigh as the bouncing truck rounded the last corner to reveal the shop I kept as neat as a pin and our sweet-looking old farmhouse. I’d already closed the gardens up, but there were a few of the perennials that liked the cooler weather flourishing. They swayed next to the little solar lights that were glowing brightly.

“Wow, this is a really pretty spot,” she said and looked around.

“Thank you. It was my parents’ place but I took the property over when they passed away. I just really thought this place suited me more than moving. Lots of memories here,” I said and hopped out of the truck, but Kirby remained in the passenger seat. “Are you not getting out?”

“Oh, I didn’t think we were going to be long. I was going to see if I could call—”

She looked down at her phone, and I knew she didn’t have anyone to call. Not really. Her mother, maybe, but the only other person on her saved list of people from this state was the man that just assaulted her.

“No, I won’t be too long, but I need to take care of a couple of things.” I gave a half-hearted shrug and made sure that my body didn’t give off any vibes that she was in danger. But she was most certainly in danger. She had been the moment I saw her for the first time. “You can call whoever you need to in here if you want.”