Chapter 163. Stalker lover

Delilah screamed, as the electric charge crackled blue, white sparks flinting across her thighs. 

I took a puff of smoke and blew rings out into the air as I stared at her, and tried to untangle my thoughts. 

This was not enough punishment for what she did, but it was good enough to get my mind out of the muddle, enough for me to make sense of this video I was now watching on Delilah’s computer.

A video of Olivia at the beach.

I touched a button beside me, turning off the electrical switch behind Delilah. She slumped against the cords bounding her to the chair, quiet, having lost her voice minutes ago.

“And you did not manipulate this?” I asked quietly, zooming in to see how close Rossi was sitting to Olivia, how little space there was between the two, and how more suited for each other they looked.

Refined business people, elegant with almost no tattoos. Jealousy was an ugly emotion, and super unattractive, so I was hesitant to call this squee