Chapter 7: They’re Definitely Following Me
(TYLER)
I'm still wallowing when something tells me to look up, and when I do, I meet the gaze of the burly guy at the corner and immediately look away. I feel a sudden chill run through me. He looks scary, for starters, his eyes are dark and broody. His arms look like they're straining the material of the suit he has on, and his hair is cut short. Also, his nose looks like it has been broken a few generous times.
There's just something about the way he looks at me that makes me sure that he is with the Triple Triad syndicates. They don't have to outright say it, but the way they carry out themselves clues you in.
My focus shifts back to my cup of coffee. Being on this guy's radar is the last thing I want right now. I don't get why he's gawking at me, that alone makes me break a sweat. I'm just a low-life omega. Sure, he doesn't look like he is in a high position in the mafia. He must be the muscle. But even then, the fact that he's with the Triple Triads means he's still above me.
Reign walks over to me again, holding the coffee pot. "Need a top up?" she asks, beaming a smile at me."
"No, thanks Reign." I shake my head. "I should be on my way. Thanks for letting me sit for a while."
Her gaze drops to my stomach, and I can see her face twitch. Much as I hate to admit it, I know she pities me. That could be the reason she lets me sit for long without hassling me.
I get to my feet, getting ready to leave. But I still feel the burly man's stare at the back of my skull. Knowing that he is watching me makes me uncomfortable, but there isn't much I can do about it. I leave the bill on the table and take my leave, and I hear the little bells jingle behind me as I exit the diner. I can't fight the unease that courses through me when after just a few steps I hear the bells jingle again.
Did he just follow me outside?
It can't be. I don't dare to turn my back to confirm.
But the scrape of the shoes on the sidewalk piques my curiosity. I'm summoning all my willpower to not turn back to look however much it freaks me out. Whoever it is, they seem to be heading in the same direction as me.