: Trackers

Sinclair POV

Isaiah heard more than he should have at the end of my conversation with Kaia. Now he is asking me about the trackers I found in my car.

“Honestly, I have it handled, Isaiah.” I said.

“Listen, Kaia and you are close, right?” Isaiah asked.

I raised an eyebrow, “Yeah. Best friends. She would even say we are soul sisters.”

“What kind of mate would I be if I didn’t look out for her sister then?” he replied.

I smiled, “I am going to love seeing how your relationship with her unfolds.”

He is already thinking about the people who are most important to her. I am one of the very few and I feel honored that I am. She is important to me too; just like a sister would be for most people.

Isaiah smirked, “I’m sure it will be like oil and vinegar. In any event, you are also a pack member. We look out for our own. So, tell me about the trackers.”

I chuckled, “Oil and vinegar make for a great salad dressing. It can complement one another under the right circumstances, Isaiah. As far as the trackers, I found five in my car.”

“Five?” Isaiah’s eyes darkened. “Who the fuck puts five trackers in a person’s car?”

“That’s what I’m going to find out. I pulled them all out and disabled them. Then I took a picture of each one for the make and serial number. I am going to hack into the database and figure out who got them and then go from there.”

“You think you are doing this by yourself?” Isaiah asked incredulously.

“Um, yeah.” I said with a sarcastic face. “Isaiah, I know you are going into protector mode, but honestly, before you were in my life or even Kaia’s life, we were handling things on our own.”

Isaiah sat back, “How long have you both been doing this type of work?”

“Since we turned eighteen. Three years now.” I said.

“In three years, you have been able to do all these things? Hack systems, improve security and defenses, find digital threats and train to fight and kill?”

“Why does that sound impossible to you?”

“It’s not, but it sure as hell wouldn’t be easy to do in three years, Sinclair.” Isaiah said.

“It’s only impossible when you have other options in your life, Isaiah. I certainly didn’t have other options. I learned on my own. Kaia had options but no one cared to hear what she wanted. So, she made do with what she could do without getting anyone else’s buy-in.” I said.

“Tell me about her husband. Do you know him?” He asked.

“No. Kaia has always kept that part of her life private.” I said and then added. “She did confess that she had hoped to make it work with him in the beginning, but he always looked down on her and insulted her.”

I see Isaiah’s eyes turn dark. He clearly doesn’t like hearing that Kaia is being mistreated. I approve of his behavior towards her so far.

“He doesn’t abuse her, does he?” He asked and his voice was tight. I feel bad that I have to keep him in the dark.

“Aside from the emotional and mental, no. According to Kaia, he has never touched her.” I said.

Isaiah sighed and nodded. “Okay. Promise me that if you find out she is being abused, you will tell me. I will protect her.”

I laughed softly, “Kaia will wipe the floor with any person who tries to hurt her, Isaiah. If anything, you’d have to pull her off someone, not the other way around.”

Isaiah smiles and I think there is a glint of pride in his eyes. That’s good. All this conversation is good for assessing him. I want him to be good to my friend. She is important to me, and I want to see her happy.

As we are wrapping up our conversation, Rodrigo comes over. “Hey. I didn’t want to interrupt your conversation, but I thought I would come over and say hi.” He said.

I smiled, “Sure. Sit. How are things with the laptop? Any alerts?”

Rodrigo smiled widely. It kind of reminds me of Thalia’s smile. You can tell they are related. “Not a peep. Everything you did is working. It was really impressive.” He said.

“Good. If you get an alert, let me know. I will have fun playing my own version of ‘Battleship’.” I said with a little laugh.

“Will do.” He said.

I looked at both Isaiah and Rodrigo. “As much as I would love to continue talking, I need to work on my car. I have quite a few things to go over.” I stood up and got ready to leave, but my phone buzzed.

When I saw the caller ID, I pressed the decline button and put my phone away.

“Who just called to make your eyes darken like that?” Rodrigo asked. When I look up, both he and Isaiah are looking at me.

“No one important.” I said. “I’m going outside now. Later.”

As I am making my way outside, my phone once again started ringing. I see the caller ID and I ignore it again. After a few moments, my phone buzzed. This time a text message came through.

[Chad: Dad wants you home. Now.]

[Sinclair: I said I was leaving permanently. I meant it.]

[Chad: Dad said that if you want to know about your birth parents, you need to come back. Now.]

I stopped and read that again. He has had information on my parents all this time and never told me? I could have looked for my parents. I feel anger rising inside of me and my hands start shaking. I feel tears threatening to fall too.

“Sinclair?” I heard Isaiah behind me. When I turned and looked at him his expression went from curious to concerned very quickly. “What’s wrong? What happened?” He said rushing over to me.

“I need to leave for a while. I have something important to do.” I said.

“Sinclair, what is going on?”

“Nothing. Business that I thought was finished isn’t finished yet. I’m going to get an overnight bad ready. I need to leave.”

Jonah walks up, “Hey Sinclair!” He says cheerfully, until he sees my face and then his expression darkens. “What happened?”

I take a deep breath, “Nothing. I need to leave for a couple of days. I will be back.” I said.

I walked past both Isaiah and Jonah and I can feel their eyes on me as I walk away. I looked down at my phone and reply to my asshole foster brother. That’s not even an accurate description of who he is to me. He is just an asshole.

[Sinclair: I’m not exactly close by. I’ll be there in a couple of days.]

[Chad: That’s my Sinner. See you then.]

“Sinclair?”

I turned around and I saw Isaiah. I sighed, “Yeah?”

“How about we take the jet? I will go with you, and we can be back this evening. I don’t think you should go alone.” He said.

I guess this is what belonging feels like. Someone actually caring about what happens to you. It warms my heart to be a part of this pack.

I smiled gently at Isaiah. “Okay.”

: Phase One of Kaia’s Plan

Kaia POV

I called my good for nothing, asshole husband. After all the insults, he agreed to come to the house this afternoon.

“Make sure you aren’t there. I don’t want to see you. You irritate me to the point that my teeth itch. You disgust me.” He said, cruelly.

My jaw clenches tightly, “Fine. I won’t be here anyway. Not for at least a week.” I lied.

“I’ll come back for the week then.”

“Thank you.” I said and then I hung up.

I shake off the nerves and make sure the fridge is stocked and everything is in its place. I found out there is a house in our neighborhood that is an Airbnb and I rented it for the week. I set up shop over there. All the monitors, speakers, listening devices…all of it, are set up. I will gather enough evidence and then I will send that and my medical records to the attorney I hired. The guy I have on retainer is the best in the area and not only that, but he is also a barracuda. He told me what I would need and I have almost everything.

It's hours later and I see him drive up. I did hire an actor to play a cable man so my husband would buy the lie, but when he rolls in to the driveway, I see he has a woman on his arm. I move to the cameras in the house.

I see him open the fridge and pull out a bottle of chardonnay. He pours a glass for the redhead he invited into my house, that I paid for before we got married, and they start talking.

“So, this is your house?” she said seductively.

“Yeah. I needed to come back for the cable repairman today.” He said, grabbing her by the waist. “Once he gets here and does what he needs to do, you and I can have some…fun.”

She giggled, “Aren’t you a naughty boss man Mr. Black?”

“When everything is done, I’ll show you just how naughty I can be.” He growled at her.

Right on cue, the doorbell rings, and the hired cable man is there at the front door.

“Hey. I’m here about the cable box.” He said.

“Yeah, it’s in the back. I’ll show you.” He said.

After about twenty minutes of acting like he did something, the man I hired left and I went back to the cameras inside. The first thing I see is my husband shoving that redhead against the wall and lifting her up as she wraps her legs around his waist.

Next thing I know, he carries her into the bedroom, and I go to the monitor I installed there. It’s tiny like a pinhole, but boy, does it capture everything.

“Fuck! Your cock is huge! Shove it in me harder!” Ms. Redhead moaned and screamed.

“Take all of it.” He said, thrusting into her. “That’s my slutty assistant. You like my cock punishing your pussy, don’t you?”

“Fuck YES! Harder! Make me take it, baby!” She screamed out.

I sat there, disgusted. She’s, his assistant. He is talking to her like she is a whore. I mean, I guess she is, but it’s not my business. This is just the beginning of the end for him anyway. At the end, he starts thrusting his cock down her throat. Forcing her to take the entire thing and makes her choke. Then he cums all over her face. It was like watching a terrible p**n video.

My heart is still though. I once thought I could make things work with him; but now I know I was wrong. I figured that out pretty quickly in our marriage actually. Six months in, he couldn’t take it anymore. He blew up at me. I still remember that day.

“DO YOU THINK I FIND YOU EVEN REMOTELY ATTRACTIVE?! YOU MAKE MY DICK WANT TO HIDE FROM YOU! LET ME BE CLEAR KAIA…I WAS FORCED INTO THIS MARRIAGE. I DON’T WANT YOU! I NEVER HAVE AND I NEVER WILL. YOU ARE FUCKING GROSS. NO MAN WILL EVER WANT TO BE WITH YOU OR TOUCH YOU!” he screamed. My crime? I made a romantic dinner, hoping to grow our relationship. He toppled the table over and slammed the door shut behind him after he stormed out. All the hard work I put into the dinner on the floor. I cried for hours at his cruelty towards me. He never once showed me even a second of affection.

After that day, I threw myself into my work. I knew he was sleeping with other women. When they'd find out about me, they would taunt me. I was humiliated repeatedly. I tried to tell my dad, but all he saw were dollar signs.

“Stay with him. Get him to sleep with you and have his baby. Then he will soften his ways with you. We need this alliance, so don’t fuck it up.” He would say. He never cared about how I was hurting or how humiliated I was. So, I quit complaining and stayed away from this house and from my husband. I only saw him during family gathering with our dads. Even then, we barely spoke to each other.

Three years later and while I’m still young, I decided to divorce his ass. It will be quick. My attorney knows all the details, and he said it would probably take less than a month. So, I am hoping he is right. I just need to do my final part. At the end of the week, it will be the grand finale. Every piece of evidence I need will be complete. I will have to sacrifice a bit, but everything will be mine and I will take everything that is his and he won’t have a way around it.

As I see them shower in the bathroom and now, he has her bent over while he plows into a second time, my phone rang. It’s Sinclair.

“Hey Girlie!”

“Hey! I’m in town tonight. Join me for dinner!” She said happily.

“You’re back? Why?” I asked.

“I’ll explain at dinner.” She said.

“Fine. Send me the address. I’m on my way.” I told her. Honestly, I need to get out of here. I’ve seen enough, and I feel like it’s only getting started.

When I arrive at the restaurant, Izo starts going crazy in my head.

‘What’s wrong?’ I said concerned.

‘Go inside! Now!’ She said.

I hurried inside and when I did, I saw Sinclair and wave. Before I walk any further though, I hear a familiar voice, “MATE!”

I turn around and Izo goes nuts. “MATE!” she says happily.