Chapter 33

33

GENESIS

I park my bike and hang my helmet on the handlebars as I take in the unassuming concrete building in front of me. If it wasn't for the sign above the door reading X.O. Laboratories , I would've thought I'd come to the wrong place.

I walk over to the door, press the buzzer, and wait, the silence stretching on until I buzz again.

"I'm here to see Dr. Bruce Horton."

The buzzing sound of the doors opening has me stepping back for a moment. I don't see anyone as I walk in and head to the reception area. When nobody appears after a few minutes, I ring the little bell on the desk. I almost pull my fucking gun when an elderly woman—who looks like she just crawled out of a grave—pops up from behind the desk.

"Can I help you?"

For a second, I wonder if this is the beginning of a zombie invasion. But when she just stares at me expectantly, I cough to clear my throat.

"I'm here to see Dr. Bruce Horton. He's expecting me."

"He's in lab room eight. Go down to the end of the hall, turn left, then right when you see the elevators. It's the last door on the left."

I turn to leave, but she tuts at me. I look down to see if I remembered to put my cut on. It covers my torso, but the tattoos on my arms, neck, and hands are visible along with my piercings. I look at her and wonder if she's blind. That's gotta be the reason she tutted at a motherfucking biker.

"Sign in. And here's your guest pass. Don't lose it," she barks at me, making me question if she has a death wish. Old people get like that, right?

"Anytime today, young man. I'm not getting any younger."

"No kidding. I bet your first pet was a T-Rex," I mutter under my breath as I sign in and grab the lanyard that marks me as a guest.

"Tell Dr. Horton he has a meeting in forty-five minutes. I won't be chasing him if he forgets."

"Yes, ma'am," I murmur despite myself. I head down the hall, shaking my head. If Blade could see me now, he'd have a field day.

I find the room easy enough and knock. When Bruce answers, he looks like he's been living in his car for the last week. Most people would ask if he was okay, but this is just Bruce. He always reminded me of the professor from that kids' movie with the green slime—brilliant with science but has the memory of a goldfish and the social skills of a piranha.

"Genesis, come in, come in."

I walk in. The lab itself is spotless; Bruce's desk, on the other hand, looks like a tornado hit it.

"Good to see you, Bruce. How are you doing?"

"Good, thank you." He rushes over to his desk and starts digging through the papers. I smirk as I watch him, wondering how he can be so damn smart and yet so absent-minded.

I met him about ten years ago when he was roughed up by a loan shark he owed money to. I never asked him why he borrowed the money, and I didn't care. I figured he'd be a good person to have in my pocket, and I was right.

"So, what've you got for me, and why couldn't you tell me over the phone?"

"Phone calls can be recorded, and I didn't know if you needed me to keep this quiet."

I can't be pissed at that, even if it meant having to leave Amity's warm, willing pussy behind.

"Ah-ha." He finally finds the papers he's been looking for and settles into his desk chair.

"I'm guessing it wasn't corn syrup if you weren't willing to say it over the phone."

"Ah, no. Definitely not."

Looks like my hunch about Monica faking this whole stalker thing was wrong.

"At first, I thought there was a problem with the lab results, so I re-ran the tests myself. The CBC panel yielded consistent findings, revealing significantly decreased levels of hemoglobin, RBC, and WBC compared to the established reference ranges."

"In English, Bruce."

"Huh? Oh, the red and white blood cell counts are lower than typically found in normal blood samples."

"And that means?"

"Normal hemoglobin levels are usually around sixteen grams per deciliter. The sample you provided showed only two grams per deciliter. Based on these findings, I have to assume this is menstrual blood."

I blink, surprised. Of all the things I thought he might say, that wasn't it. "Are you telling me someone smeared period blood on the note?"

"In my professional opinion? Yes."

I fight back a gag. If Amity started bleeding while I was fucking her, it wouldn't bother me at all, but this is very fucking different.

"Does this help?"

"Yeah, Bruce. As gross as it is, I think you've just solved a mystery that's been bugging me."

He grins, looking proud of himself.

"Can I take the results with me?"

"What? Oh, of course." He hands me the file, and I slap him on the shoulder.

"Thanks, Bruce. I appreciate it."

"No problem, Genesis."

"You know where I am if you need anything," I call over my shoulder as I leave.

"I… um… yes. Thank you," he splutters, flustered, making me chuckle.

I retrace my steps, folder in hand, as I make my way back to the reception desk to return my guest pass. This time, the woman must hear me coming because she's standing there waiting for me.

"Sign out and add the date and time," she tells me.

I do as she says, pulling the pass off over my head and handing it back. She takes it from me, and then hands me a folded piece of paper.

"This from Dr. Horton?" I ask, opening it up and finding a phone number.

"No, that's my number. I go to bingo on Mondays and Wednesdays, but I'm free the rest of the week."

I look around for cameras. Am I being punked? What the hell is happening?

"You want me to take you out?" I ask, trying to remember if I've smoked something I shouldn't have. I did have a couple of those brownies Lil made last night. Fuck me.

"I don't want you to take me out. What would the neighbors say?"

"Then what the hell do you want?" I snap, losing my patience.

"To fuck. That's what you bikers do, right? It's been twenty years since I had a dick inside me. I bet yours is a nice one."

I scramble toward the door, vowing to murder Lil when I see her because this can't be real. It has to be some fucked-up trip.

"Oh, come on, I'll even take my teeth out for you. You've never had a blow job until?—"

I'm out the door and on my bike before she can finish that sentence. I shudder, feeling dirty.

My phone rings, so I pull it out and see Havoc's name on the screen. "I feel so dirty," I greet him.

He's quiet for a moment. "So it's true, then?"

"You think I'd make this shit up? I swear I'm traumatized. If she'd have been younger, she would've jumped over the desk to get to me."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the sex-crazy zombie. What are you talking about?"

"Are you on drugs?"

"God, I hope so."

"Jesus, G, I don't know what the fuck is going on with you, but check out social media for the movie."

I almost ask him what movie, but then it clicks. "I'll call you back," I say, hanging up.

The hairs on my arms stand on end as I type in the name of the movie. When nothing interesting pops up, I type in Monica's name and watch in disbelief as a photo of her and me pops up. A photo that has Amity tagged, as well as the rest of the cast and crew.

I squeeze my phone so hard I hear it crack. "That fucking bitch," I snarl, shoving the file into one of my saddlebags.

I hit dial on Amity's number, but it just keeps ringing. I hang up and try again, but still no answer. So, I call Havoc.

"Is she there?"

"Who, Monica?"

"No. I'll deal with that bitch later. Is Amity there?"

"Not yet, but the director said she's due in soon."

"I'm on my way."

I hang up before he can ask anything else.

Switching over to Bluetooth, I call Blade and start up my bike, heading for the set.

"G? What the fuck is going on? Sunshine just stormed in, cursing your name."

"Monica happened. This is a courtesy to let you know I won't be watching her anymore. I doubt she ever even needed it, but I'll leave that up to you and Havoc to figure out. If I have to deal with her, I'll snap her scrawny neck."

"I still don't know what's going on. Hold on. Sunshine, now is not a good time. I… shit."

"I take it she just showed you the photo."

"Yeah, that does not look good."

"Imagine how Amity feels because that bitch tagged her. There's no way she hasn't seen it."

"You call her?"

"Amity? Yeah, she isn't answering. I can't lose her, Blade. If she leaves me over this, I'll kill Monica. I don't give a fuck. Nothing matters without Amity."

"Don't write her off yet, G. Amity's smart. She'll hear you out."

"How come you didn't ask me if it's real? If I cheated?"

"Because I know you, and you're not a cheat."

Something eases inside of me. Now, I just need to find my woman and convince her that I'm innocent.

"If she comes to the clubhouse?—"

"I'll keep her here, even if I have to throw her in the jail to do it. Oh, and you can tell Monica she violated the terms of our contract. I expect payment in full, and our services end today."

"She's going to cause trouble."

"Let her. I do not give a fuck. Amity's a Raven. You don't fucking mess with a Raven."

His words are exactly what I needed to hear. "That reminds me. Monica got a letter yesterday, this time with blood on it, so I had a contact of mine analyze it."

"Bruce?"

"Yeah. I'm just leaving there now. He ran the sample himself. It turns out the blood's menstrual."

He's quiet for a second, but that doesn't mean I can't feel his seething anger through the phone.

"That bitch played us from the start, didn't she?" His voice drops low, and I know he's about to explode.

"It looks like it. Havoc's on her right now. But I'm done. He can do what the fuck he likes with her, I'm just giving you the heads up because you took the case."

"I want to wring her neck but she's too high profile for us to get rid of," he snarls. We don't like to hurt women, but that doesn't mean we won't if it's needed.

"There are other ways to deal with her, though," he murmurs.

"Oh, don't worry, I'm going to fucking ruin her. I could handle her messing with me. But she involved Amity. I'm never going to let that go. By the time I'm done, the only movies Monica Miller will be starring in are pornos. I'll have her blacklisted faster than she can bat those fake lashes of hers. Since she's all too happy to share her shit on social media, I think I'll take a page out of her book."

"Just try to keep your hands clean. Do what you gotta do, but I don't want you getting arrested any more than Amity will."

"You don't need to worry about that. I've gotta go. I'm just pulling up at the set."

"You need me to come down?"

"Havoc's here," I remind him.

"Not as your president or ex-president. As your friend."

"No, but I'll call you if I need bail money."

He snorts, "You do that," then hangs up.

I park my bike next to Havoc's and climb off, leaving my helmet on my seat. I look around for Amity but don't see her or the RV, meaning I beat her here. I planned on talking this out with her first, but since she's not here, I stomp toward Monica's trailer, only to get stopped by Havoc.

"Storming in there won't get you anywhere."

"The fuck it won't! That shit she posted was just to hurt Amity. Who the fuck sneaks in while someone's sleeping, takes a selfie with them, and then shares it on social media for the world to see?"

"I didn't say you can't be pissed. I'm saying to keep it in check. The lawyers the studio's got on retainer will make a fucking example out of you. They'll paint her as the victim and you as the aggressor. And as much as I hate to admit it, with that cut on your back and me being an ex-con as your president, there's already a bias against you."

I drop my head and take a few deep breaths. I'm still pissed, but he's right. She had us all fooled because she's an actress—and a damn good one. None of us suspected that this was all a lie, though Amity had been suspicious of her motives.

"I'm good now."

"I'm coming with you anyway. I don't trust her not to start saying you attacked her or something."

I nod, and we make our way to her trailer. I don't bother knocking; I just open the door and walk inside, finding Monica sitting at the table with her phone in her hand. She jumps up when she sees me, leaving her phone on the table. I nod to Havoc to grab it. I want to see exactly what she has on there.

"Genesis. I wasn't expecting you for a little while. Is everything okay?"

"Are you fucking serious right now?" I snarl at her, and she backs up. I storm toward her, remembering Havoc's words and stopping short of touching her. "You posted shit on social media, implying we fucked!"

"I didn't know I wasn't allowed to post it," she says, her eyes darting to Havoc. "I know we had to keep it a secret because of my stalker, but I was just so tired of hiding it."

I stare at the twisted bitch and imagine my hands around her throat, squeezing the life out of her.

"There's never been and never will be anything between us. You need fucking help, lady, and I want no part in this. You'll take that post down and issue an apology, saying it was a joke made in poor taste."

"Of course. I'm sorry. Please don't be mad at me anymore. I'll make it up to you," she purrs, reaching for me.

I take a step back. "Stay the fuck away from me. I quit. You broke the terms of the agreement when you posted that photo of me. Payment is due in full, or Raven Souls will sue you for breach of contract."

"But, Genesis, you can't leave me. I love you, and I need you. The stalker will hurt me if you abandon me."

"Abandon you? You were just a job, nothing more. And after getting the last note analyzed, I'm not even convinced you have a stalker."

"How can you say that? The tires. The blood?—"

"Was period blood," I finish and watch the color drain from her face.

"Want me to check her bathroom and see if she's on her rag?" Havoc asks casually.

"You will not go in there!" Monica screeches, trying to block the way.

Havoc chuckles. "I think you got your answer." He baited her. Nice.

"You can't prove anything," she snaps.

"Bitch, I don't need to prove shit. I didn't do anything wrong."

"But that's not what Amity thinks now, is it? Poor little Amity," she says mockingly. "She's the discount store version of me—always in the background, never the star. She's replaceable, and I'm not. She forgot her fucking place, so I was just reminding her. I can have anything and everything I want, including you." Her eyes look wild, and her smile manic.

"You'll never have me. I don't stick my dick in crazy."

She laughs loudly. "But Amity doesn't know that, does she? And the whole world thinks you're mine. If they think she took you from me, they'll crucify her. Who do you think they're going to believe—America's sweetheart or a biker thug in a gang?"

"It's a fucking club, bitch."

We all turn at the sound of Amity's voice. She managed to walk in here without any of us hearing her, and I get why everyone calls her Spook.

"I'm sorry you had to find out this way." Monica turns on the waterworks.

Amity rolls her eyes. I step toward her, but she backs up. The move feels like a kick to the stomach.

"You're so full of shit, your breath reeks of it."

When Monica opens her mouth, Amity holds up her hand to stop her. "After I finish shooting my scene today, I'm done. Unlike yours, my contract is per movie, not for the whole series. So you'll have to find someone else to put up with your shit."

Monica laughs. "Oh dear, how will I cope?" she mocks.

Amity shrugs. "I don't really give a shit what you think. But just remember, it's Stefan and the studio that wanted me. Unlike you, people like working with me. You, on the other hand, have earned yourself a few choice names, which I won't repeat because I'm a fucking lady." She turns to look at me, her expression unreadable.

"Amity, none of?—"

"Let's talk outside. She's not worth any more of my time."

As she turns to leave, Monica starts yelling, calling Amity a stupid bitch and saying she fucked me six ways from Sunday this morning.

Amity stops and looks over her shoulder at Monica. "That's funny, because I swear it was G who fucked a gallon of cum into me this morning." She walks out as Havoc starts laughing.

Monica rushes forward, but Havoc stops her. "Lady, I've already been to prison once, and I have zero problems going back. You should also know that I recorded everything you just said, so unless you want me to post it on social media like you did, you'll back the fuck up."

I ignore the rest and follow Amity outside. She's sitting at the nearest picnic table, waiting for me to join her. Taking a deep breath, I walk over and sit down.

"There was a moment when I first saw that picture that I actually thought you were guilty," she begins. "You didn't come home until late, and she's every man's wet dream, and she wants you bad. My brain just shut down, and all logic went out the window. I was just so fucking hurt and angry."

I move closer. "Amity—" I start, but she continues talking.

"I was halfway here before I started to think clearly, and it hit me. Sure, she might be everyone's wet dream, but she's not yours. I am. You never hid how you felt about me. In fact, it was you that did all the chasing. So why would you bother with all that if she was just giving it away for free?" She shakes her head.

"I know you. I trust you. More than I thought I would." She wraps her arms around herself, turning her head to look at me. "I love you, G, and the man I love wouldn't do that to me. Not in a million years. I pulled over and checked the photo again. I wasn't sure what I was looking for, but I knew there had to be something there to prove my trust in you was valid."

"It was. It is."

"I know. The picture was taken in my RV."

I jolt at that. I never thought about the where, just the why.

"I recognized the bedding. You crashed in the RV when we came back after the accident. You pulled your stitches and got blood on the sheets, and since I have more bedding than I need, I just threw them away. It would have been impossible for you to cheat on me last night in the bed I was sleeping in, on sheets that were thrown out already. Besides, you wouldn't do that to me. You wouldn't bring her into my bed and taint my home. I know some men wouldn't think twice, but not you."

I reach for her, but she pulls away.

"I know you're innocent. But all I can see is that photo of you and her. It's playing on a loop in my head, along with all the comments. So if you touch me, I'll break, and I can't break right now, G. I have to focus on this scene. I've got to keep it together to keep myself safe. I'm not breaking up with you, and I'm not leaving town. I'm just asking for you to give me some space for the rest of the day."

As much as I hate it, I can't deny her this. "Whatever you need, baby."

A tear slips down her cheek, and I fist my hands to stop myself from wiping it away.

"I lo—" She covers my mouth with her fingers.

"No. Not now. Not like this. That's ours, and I don't want it tarnished by what happened today."

She moves her hand to cup my cheek, and I lean into her touch, hearing her sigh before she pulls away. "Go home."

"I'm staying. I want to be here if you need me. I'll hide out in the RV."

She nods, her eyes slipping closed.

I give in and press a kiss to her forehead. "Be careful."

"Always. Later, G."

"See you later, baby."

I watch as she gets up and walks over to the stunt team before I head to the RV, which is now parked in the usual spot.

Havoc walks out of Monica's trailer, closing the door behind him, and heads over to me.

"She alive?"

He grins. "Let's just say she's seen the error of her ways. Come on." He nods to the craft services area, so I walk over with him and grab a coffee. I wait as he dumps a ton of sugar into his, along with enough milk to completely drown out the coffee's taste.

I shake my head and grin.

"What?"

"You drink your coffee the same way Amity does. She does anything to hide the taste too."

He shrugs and sits at one of the small tables. I take the seat across from him, my eyes drifting to where Amity was, but I can't see her anymore.

"Is she okay?"

"She will be. She knows nothing happened. It was just a lot, you know? And she has to focus today."

He frowns.

"She's repelling down a cliff or something equally terrifying that she's been deliberately vague about, and I've been too chicken shit to ask."

"She can handle herself. You know that."

I don't say anything because I do know that. But that doesn't mean accidents can't happen, especially if the Monica shit's swirling around her head.

"Monica tell you why she did this?"

"She didn't have to. It was pure jealousy. She did admit there's no stalker. She just wanted to spend time with you and thought it was the only way to pull your attention away from Amity."

"I guess she was right there. I didn't want to take the job, but Blade thought it would be good for our reputation. He wasn't wrong, but I should've stuck to my guns and had someone else cover her."

"Hindsight's great and all, but you can only work with what you've got at the time. Same goes for Blade."

I scrub my hand over my face, frustrated with how this shit all played out. "I need to talk to the director. Explain what's going on so he can let the studio know."

"I'll do it. I'll keep an eye on Monica, too, just to make sure she isn't up to anything."

"You sure?"

"Wouldn't offer if I wasn't."

"Thanks, Havoc. I appreciate it. Send me the recording too, when you have a minute."

Havoc grins. "You're gonna release it?"

"When Amity's free and clear from the movie, abso-fucking-lutly."

His phone rings, cutting off the conversation. He pulls it out and frowns. "It's Blade."

I lean back and wait for him to answer.

"Yeah. Yeah, he's with me now. Can't put you on speaker, though. There are too many people around."

"We can use Amity's RV," I say, standing up.

"Give us two seconds, Blade. We're moving."

We grab our coffees and head to the RV. I hold the door open for Havoc and follow him, closing it behind me. Once we're inside, he puts the phone on speaker.

"Alright, we can both hear you now, Blade. Go ahead."

"We found Knuckles. The idiot broke into a vet's office in the next town over and tried to dig the bullet out of his leg after dosing himself with enough ketamine to down an elephant."

"Fucking hell. He alive?"

"Barely. Jenkins—the vet—has been on vacation, so he didn't find him until today. He called me because he recognized the cut and thought he was one of mine. I sent Kruger and Capone out with a truck to get him."

"This Jenkins guy know to keep his mouth shut?" Havoc asks, slipping into president mode.

"He's good. He used to ride with the Dirty Hogs back in the day until a bike crash took his leg and his old lady."

"Tell him we owe him a marker."

"Already on it." Havoc grits his teeth but says nothing. Blade overstepped, offering something that wasn't his to give anymore.

"There's more. Got a call from Khan."

Havoc tenses. "What did he have to say?"

"Said two brothers were supposed to be riding down to welcome you back, but they haven't checked in. He wants us to go look for them."

"So that's the angle he's playing?" I shake my head.

"You don't think there's any merit to it?" Blade asks.

I laugh. "Havoc's been out for a while now, and this is the first time he calls to say his men haven't checked in? I call bullshit. He's covering his ass."

"I'll admit, if the tables had been turned, I would've called a lot earlier and ridden down myself if I couldn't get the answers I wanted."

"What did you tell him?" Havoc asks.

"I told him I'm not the president anymore, and that he needs to speak to you."

Havoc looks at me, a grin spreading across his face.

"And how'd that go down?"

"He made his excuses and hung up. I was gonna question Acid, see if he was coherent enough today. Then I remembered I'm not the fucking president anymore, and I don't have to do shit." He chuckles, making me groan.

"It needs to be me, anyway, Blade. Not trying to be a dick because I know this shit isn't easy on you, but I've gotta take this one," Havoc tells him.

"I know. I also know I keep overstepping, and you're giving me more slack than I deserve. So, I think I'm gonna take some time away from the club. It's why I stepped down anyway, and while I'm here, it's too easy for me to fall back into the role of president."

"I get it. Take the time you need, but I want you to check in, Blade. You might not be the president anymore, but you're still our brother, and you've got a fuck of a lot going on," Havoc tells him, his tone daring Blade to argue.

"Sunshine and Conan are gonna need to lean on you, so you need to lean on us," I add.

"Okay, Mom. Alright, I'll leave you to it. Acid can wait. How's Amity, G?"

"She's okay. Pissed at Monica, but she knows I didn't cheat on her. She trusts me."

"Feels good, right?"

"Yeah, it does."

"Good. Don't fuck it up." And with that, he hangs up.

Havoc laughs. "He'd make a shitty telemarketer."

"I don't know. There's definitely something to be said for the ‘buy this, or I'll kill you' approach."

Havoc grins and heads for the door with his coffee. "I'm gonna go talk to the director. Are you staying here?"

"Yeah. If you run into any issues, come find me."

"I thought I was the boss?"

I flip him off, making him laugh as he leaves. I close the door and head straight for the bathroom, stripping out of my clothes and hopping into the shower I didn't get earlier.

I let the water wash away some of the tension that's been building since that damn photo was posted. Once I'm done, I dry off and get dressed again before lying down on the bed with my hands behind my head.

Today could've gone much differently. I'm lucky that Amity trusts me, and I vow to myself that I'll never give her a reason to question that trust again. As I lie there, I drift into a half-sleep, plotting what I'm going to do to fucking destroy Monica's life. Just thinking about her has my blood boiling again.

Rolling over, I glance at the clock, surprised to see I've been lying here for a couple of hours. Guess I must've actually fallen asleep at some point. I get up and stretch before putting my boots back on and lacing them up. I pull my cut on as I head to the living area and make a beeline for the fridge.

A beer would be good right about now, but I'll settle for a Coke. I open the fridge, and something on the table catches my eye. Closing the door, I walk over and find a note addressed to Agatha.

"That fucking bitch."

I grab the letter and storm out of the RV, heading straight to Monica's trailer. Havoc, who's sitting in one of the chairs nearby with his feet kicked up on the table, spots me and rushes over, instantly knowing something's wrong.

"What happened?"

I wave the letter in front of him but don't stop as I jog the rest of the way to Monica's trailer and pull the door open. Her scream has me turning my head, and I find her on her bed, completely naked, with the teenage runner between her legs.

I pull my phone out and snap a few pictures, making her scream even louder. I ignore her and glare at the kid as Havoc steps up beside me.

"Get the fuck out of here," I growl at the kid.

He scrambles off the bed, yanks his jeans back on, and runs for the door with his T-shirt in his hand. Monica looks between me and Havoc as the door slams closed behind the kid, and I see the exact moment she decides to switch tactics.

She spreads her legs and slips her fingers inside her pussy. "How about I let you both fuck me? I bet that's something your precious Amity wouldn't do."

"I wouldn't fuck you with someone else's dick." Havoc snorts.

"Asshole!" she snaps at him, but I'm in no mood for games.

I stalk toward her, wrapping my hand around her throat and yanking her to her feet. Her eyes go wide as she claws at my hand, the reality of her situation sinking in.

"You think because I didn't hurt you before means that I won't? Bitch, please. I could kill you right now and pin it on your little boy toy. I bet he left all sorts of DNA on you and in you."

Her face goes red as I squeeze harder.

"G," Havoc warns, his voice low.

I release her, tossing her onto the bed. "Explain this." I wave the letter at her.

Her eyes dart from mine to Havoc's, her hand trembling as she covers her throat. "I… I…"

"And don't fucking lie to me. Why the hell did you put it in Amity's RV? Are you trying to play mind games with her again?"

She bites her lip, but it's Havoc who pulls my attention when he frowns and looks down at the note. "She didn't leave the trailer. I was watching the whole time."

I look at Monica, who sits up and wraps her arms around herself.

I rip open the note and read it out loud.

Ticktock boom,

You took too long, and now look. You let him defile you only so he could embarrass you like that and with that whore? I expected better from you. I really did. You should have listened to me when I tried to warn you. I love you, Agatha, but this cannot go unpunished. You have to learn if you want to do better.

It's for your own good. You'll thank me for it later.

My mind races because none of this makes sense. A sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach has me reaching for Monica again.

She scrambles back. "No, wait! I'll tell you everything. The letters came to the studio. It was all true—the stalker, the notes, the threats."

"You said you made up your stalker. And what was the fucking deal with the blood?"

"I could tell I was losing you," she chokes out, her fearful eyes locked on mine as my brain puts all the pieces together.

"It's Agatha that has the stalker, not you. He's obsessed with the character, so everyone assumed it was you. But you're not the only person playing her. Amity is."

"Oh, you bitch," Havoc snarls.

"You knew it was her all along?"

"No, not until we were shooting here. I went to Amity's RV to yell at her for something, and I saw the note on the table. I figured it out then, but?—"

"But you thought you'd use it to your advantage. If anything had happened to her…" I growl.

"She was never alone. She was in no danger because you were always here. Even when you were looking after me, you were always watching her," she spits, and I freeze, glancing back down at the note.

"Except she's not here now, is she?"

"She's with the rest of the crew, though, G. Don't panic," Havoc says.

"Actually, there was an issue with one of the stunt trucks. That's why Matt was here. Only the crew that drove in with the climbing equipment truck went. The AD and the rest of the crew are waiting for the replacement truck to get here," Monica adds.

I look at Havoc and see he's thinking the same thing I am.

"Who else, besides Amity, went?"

"Um… I don't know."

"Think, before I put a fucking bullet in your head."

"Stefan, Jack, and the other weird stunt guy who's always skulking around. I don't know his name. He never talks to me."

I'm out the door before she finishes. Whatever this stalker has planned is about to go down now so I run for my bike like my life depends on it—and I guess it does, because if anything happens to Amity I'll be going to jail for murder.