39. She Will be Mine

Gerald looked at the parking lot through the blinds and squinted his eyes. He had been laying low in this dingy Motel ever since Ansel Adams Chased him out of Elisa's house and called the cops on him.

Fucking rich assholes. Always meddling in other people's business.

Elisa got away from him again, and it was all his fault. He almost had her where he wanted her. At least he got to taste her sweet little cunt before he left.

Ansel fucking Adams.

Gerald was hot-blooded, but he wasn't stupid. He knew he had to make himself disappear as soon as he found out who he was. Ansel had connections. He could destroy him if he isn't careful, so he had to tread carefully. One wrong decision, and he could get locked up for good this time.

Rage boiled inside him when he thought of him touching Elisa. His Elisa. That spoiled bitch thinks she could get rid of him so easily just because she met the right person at the right time, but she has another thing coming.