Chapter 157 

Harper

 "Motherfucker, someone's been tracking my ass!"

Easton's voice is deep.

Downright vicious.

He swipes the round disc from the ground and holds it between his fingers, staring at it for a long, silent moment, just before another roar leaves him and he chucks the tracker so hard, it bounces off Ryan's thigh.

"Ow! What the fuck, man?"

my brother yells, glaring at Easton.

Sadie goes to pick it up off the ground, frowning as she examines the round disc.

"What is this? Like a tile thing or whatever?"

"It's one of those Air Tag things,"

Easton says between tight lips, his expression so thunderous it kind of scares me.

"Someone's been tracking me."

"Do you think it was your mom and dad?"

I didn't think his parents were that strict.

They care about his grades and what he's going to do with his future, but the normal day to day stuff? He's kind of on his own and basically does whatever the hell he wants.

So why would they track him? They have Find My Phone like every other parent on the planet.

Isn't that good enough? Easton slowly shakes his head.

"No, it's definitely not them."

“Then who?"

I ask, at a complete loss.

"Aisha,"

Ryan supplies for him, his eyes going wide.

He points at Easton.

"It's fucking Aisha, dude!"

My stomach drops.

No.

No way.

She wouldn't track my boyfriend...

Would she? Absolutely not.

That's taking things way too far.

I turn to my twin.

you

Ryan nods, already

He turns to Easton.

shows up everywhere we're at,

Like, fucking everywhere.

pizza place that one

store to pick stuff up for Harp when

stalker,” Sadie says savagely, clutching the tracker in

I say, my voice soft, my mind replaying the memory in my

up right when we

How startled I'd been.

odds of her being there?

it off to

that night, sick

But I wasn't.

up

actually been tracking and

My voice is so

"I hate her."

fuckin’ crazy.” Ryan

to her house right now

deserves it for all the

starts for the back door of the Jeep, ready to hop in, but she turns to look at all of us at the last

we throw this thing

holds up the

Easton holds out his

"Give it to me."

let her track you. It's messed up, how she knows your every

a light shake, but he doesn't respond. His body is tense, his gaze distant, and I can tell he's in his head.

Upset.

Maybe even a little...

everything in my entire being, but once upon a time,

Gross.

violated by her doing

disc over to Easton and he curls his fingers around

going down,”

pumping her fist in the air. Ryan grabs her arm, tugging it back

down, babe. We have to

I frown.

mean, approach

obvious,’ Easton says, his gaze

"No ass kicking allowed."

"God, you're no fun."

in front of her

on the road,’ Easton says, the tracker

before your parents

one of the cup holders in the center console

in our own thoughts, mine filled with stupid Aisha and what she's done to us since Easton

The things she said.

way she's treated

again

over my shoulder, I see Sadie is leaning her head on

his phone, his Air Pods in his

we don't

“Easton,” I murmur.

over

"What's up, baby?"

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