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Fuck, how the hell am I supposed to make him come to me without going to him directly?

I freeze when I realize—the hacker.

I have one damn thing that could work, one thing that'd force him to answer me.

Though he'd probably either kill me or...

Kill me.

I stalk over to my computer, swipe up to wake my floating screens, and dig through my files.

The shipment.

The shipment I wanted to steal as revenge.

I could actually use it as a bargaining chip to make him come to me.

I check the date, it's tonight, it’s 8pm, and it comes at 2am.

I can't do that alone, I'm a fucking disaster.

Charlie and Jules would probably love it.

I text our group.

Well...That was fast.

Am I surprised? Yes. Shocked? No.

This is the best I've got for now.

I'm too stubborn to text him first when I'm the one who told him to go away.

Surprisingly, he did. He respected it.

I might even be touched that he actually left me alone.

But now I need his knowledge and his contacts in the Lower Layers.

If there's one person who can help me with this, it's him.

Assuming he doesn't murder me or decide I'll be sleeping with him for the next decade.

He might be over it, over me.

Two weeks is long enough for someone to think about their obsession and let it go.

If that's the case, good, I won't have to deal with his shit anymore.

So why does the thought of him being over me make me want to go back to that night and never tell him to get out?

CHAPTER 44

Riven

Mind Games - Sickick

The Lower Layers are exactly how I remember them.