Chapter 25: Chapter twenty five

Drayton

I tapped on the car steering as I impatiently waited for my target to appear. It was taking longer than I anticipated and I was growing impatient with each passing second.

A smirk tugged at the corner of my lips as I thought about the level of destruction I had laid down for him. My wait would definitely be worth it when the whole scene plays out.

Some might call it dangerous, but I didn't care. He signed his own death sentence when he touched what was mine.

I wasn't bothered about getting caught despite the thousands of cameras surrounding this place. My black Mercedes blended well with the thick darknesss and was parked in the surveillance cameras blind spot.

It took a whole lot of resources and stalking to figure out where all of them were and how to stay clear of them.

I had to commend his security system. They were tight, but not tight enough for me to breach.

Honestly, I'd be disappointed if his security wasn't good. The man pissed off a lot of people on a daily basis to live such a carefree life. He definitely knows how to live protected.

Too bad he pissed off the wrong person this time.

I stared ahead, keeping my gaze focused on the car few miles away. He still hadn't gotten out of the house.

If I hadn't been monitoring the cameras ever since I trailed him home, I would have thought he went out again.

But it didn't really matter if he came out or not. My plan was going to work regardless. It would just be more satisfying if he was there.

I smirked as I imagined the terror on his face when I reveal my masterpiece. I couldn't even feel bad for him. Not after what he did.

My phone pinged, alerting me of a text. I tore my eyes from the gate and pulled my phone from my pocket.

My eyes narrowed when I saw who texted me.

FROZEN: Where the fuck are you, King?

I had her contact saved for a long time now, but we've never texted. Well, except the night before she wound up at my house. I'd only texted her that night to taunt her. That was the only time we texted.

I didn't think she'd saved my number that day. I'd thought she would delete it and block me after that night. But there's probably no reason for that since we would be living together anyway.

DRAYTON: My my, do you miss me already?

FROZEN: eye roll emoji. I need to get to the party Caleb is hosting and I need a ride.

A strange sense of relief hit me as I read her message. It was a good thing she was going out. After everything that happened earlier today, she needed it more than anything.

In all the years I've known Arielle, I've never seen her in such a state before.

I'd gone to the principal's office earlier that day to call off our study session. She had successfully inserted herself in every single aspect of my life, I needed a few hours away from her daily.

Arielle could always bounce back. I knew getting a tutor for her was just to make things easier, but she could handle herself. I didn't even know why I volunteered in the first place. After the incident at the parking lot, I'd just had it with her.

But Givens wasn't in the office when I entered. I wanted to wait for him when I felt the sudden urge to use the bathroom. I decided to use his.

I didn't want to leave his office, because I knew I would convince myself not to go through with this. I was still in the bathroom when Givens came in with Charles McAlister.

I decided to wait, not to eavesdrop on them, but to wait untill he leaves. Also, I knew Givens didn't appreciate anyone using his toilet. That's when everything happened.

I'd known things were bad with the McAlister family but I didn't anticipate it to be that bad.

It took all of my self control not to march out of the bathroom and kill him with my bare hands.

I thought Jonathan King was the worst father in the world, but Charles McAlister was on a different level.

My phone's text notification sound jolted me out of my trance.

FROZEN: don't ignore me. Get your ass over here angry face emoji

I imagined her angry face as she stopped her feet on the floor. I grinned widely as the image took form in my head.

DRAYTON: I'm not your chauffeur. Order a ride.

As soon as the message delivered, she immediately started typing.

FROZEN: You kind of are. Your aunt asked you to take care of me.

DRAYTON: I'm pretty sure that doesn't involve giving rides to party. Sorry, not available.

The three dots popped up and disappeared again. It was like she was typing and deleting her text.

I wanted to drop my phone and focus on the task ahead when it started ringing. My brows twitched as I beheld who was calling. I debated letting the call go into audio mail, but decided against it

“I'm not your personal driver, Frozen.” I said as I answered the phone.

She sucked in an audible breath.

“I don't have a car right now and I need to get to the party. Help me.” She said in an almost whisper.

“Why are you whispering?”

“I'm not,” she cleared her throat and said in her normal voice, “Are you going to help me or not?”

“It's not only about getting a ride, is it?” I asked.

“Wow, I had no idea you knew me that much, King.” She said, sarcasm dripping in her voice.

“What is it?” I was already getting impatient. I had work to do.

“Mum wouldn't let me out this late without an escort. She's worried something might happen to me. But this is the first party of senior year. There's no way I'm missing it. I need help convincing her.” Her words sounded rushed.

I loosed a breath and tapped the steering.

“Your boyfriend can't help you?”

“Jack? We broke-”

“No, the other one.”

She'd walked out of Givens office earlier today, looking better, and went straight to the dark haired nerd. I don't even know how they got so close. They were totally different.

She huffed a laugh.

“Awwn, I had no idea you were jealous of Dan.”

“I don't have a reason to be jealous of the guys you chose to associate yourself with, Arielle. Don't flatter yourself.”

My voice didn't sound convincing at all and it bothered me a lot. I had unconsciously called her by her name. Hopefully, she hadn't noticed that.

I sighed.

“I'll pick you up when I'm done here.” I hung up before she could reply.

Thankfully, I saw my target approaching then. I smirked as he climbed into his car, totally unaware of the destruction I'd carefully laid for him.

I pulled out the burner phone, I'd acquired for this particular reason, and dialed his number. He picked up after a few rings.

“Hello?” He said, his voice sounding irritated.

Makes two of us, buddy. I picked up the controller I'd tossed on the passenger seat and set the timer.

“You have ten seconds to get out of the car before it blows up.” I said.

I didn't bother hiding my voice, the phone has a voice cloner built in it.

“Who is this?” He asked, his tone laced with confusion.

I tried to push back the anger I felt at the sound of his voice.

“Nine.”

“Eight.”

I heard sounds of him trying to open the door and failing. Great advantage of being friends with a mechanic.

“Seven.”

“Six.”

“Who the fuck is this and how dare you threaten me in my own house?!” He yelled. I could sense the panic slowly creeping in his voice.

I let out a sigh of pure boredom and opened the car doors with a remote.

“Five.”

He immediately jumped out of the car and ran a good distance away from it. From this angle, I could see him yelling something to his domestic workers. He didn't have his phone with him. Good.

“Four.”

“Three.”

“Two.”

I paused, a smirk drawing on my lips.

“Boom!” A loud explosion came from the mansion as the car caught fire.

I watched with satisfaction as Charles McAlister's car exploded into nothing before driving away.

As I left the scene, a part of me wished I hadn't called him at all. He deserved to burn in hell for what he's done.

He hurt what was mine. No one touches what belongs to me and get a way with it. Arielle McAlister might be annoying to a fault, but no one deserves to hurt her except me.

She was mine to hurt, mine to torture. No one else's.