You’re Mine by Penny Brooks novel Chapter 157

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.

"What do you mean, it's Aisha?"

"It's her.” Ryan nods, already convinced.

He turns to Easton.

"She shows up everywhere we're at, bro.

Like, fucking everywhere.

The pizza place that one time.

Oh shit, remember when we went to the grocery store to pick stuff up for Harp when she was sick, and Aisha was there?"

"Lurking around the bananas like a fucking stalker,” Sadie says savagely, clutching the tracker in her fist.

“Or the time we went to Walgreens across town,’ I say, my voice soft, my mind replaying the memory in my head.

How Aisha showed up right when we were in line to make our purchase.

How startled I'd been.

What were the odds of her being there? At the time, it made no sense.

I wrote it off to complete coincidence.

Plus I was distracted that night, sick with worry I could be pregnant.

But I wasn't.

And her showing up wasn't a coincidence either.

She's actually been tracking and following my boyfriend.

"That bitch.” My voice is so loud I make Sadie jump.

"I hate her."

"She's fuckin’ crazy.” Ryan nods.

"Let's go to her house right now and kick her ass.

She fucking deserves it for all the shit she's put us through."

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

"Should we throw this thing away?"

She holds up the tracker.

"No way.” Easton holds out his hand.

"Give it to me."

"Why would you keep it? Don't let her track you. It's messed up, how she knows your every move. Easton."

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

Upset.

Maybe even a little...

Hurt? I hate to think of him with Aisha—gag—and I hate her with everything in my entire being, but once upon a time, these two were sort of a thing.