| Brixton |"I forgive you, Brixton, for all of it. For the stalking, the secrets, the lying—all of it."When we make it back to the big tree, I wrap my little bird in my arms and push her back against the huge trunk, relieved to hear her say those simple little words."Fuck, little bird. You have no idea how much I needed to hear you say that. I'm so fucking sorry for everything that I did to you. I know what I did was stupid and that I shouldn't have done it, and I promise I'll never do anything like that again.""Oh, Brixton, I know you won't."She giggles and licks her lips instinctively; my hungry eyes dart right to them, following the seductive movements of the tip of her tongue."And I accept your apology. I'm sorry, too, for breaking up with you. I regret it all, and I wish I never did it. I want to be your girlfriend again, Brixton. Will you take me back?"I crash my mouth down on hers without giving her an answer, needing to feel her lips on mine so I know this is real befor
| Harley |There's something different about the air in Vegas. I can feel it as Brixton and I walk hand in hand down the busy strip, smiling, and now married for the first and hopefully the only time in our lives. I've never seen him this excited before, and I can't tell if it's the fact that we just got married the fact that I told him I was pregnant, or if it's both. Either way, I love seeing him this happy."So, Brixton, where are we going now?"Of course, when he looks at me, his brow raises in a challenge and his lips curl into a smirk, making my panties even wetter with every step that I take."Well, now that you're my wife, we're going back to the room I rented, and we're going to consummate our fucking marriage before we catch our flight home."Before I can say anything, he scoops me into his arms and carries me the rest of the way down the sidewalk, his eyes locking onto mine with so much pride swirling inside them."I can walk, you know.""I know you can, but I want to carry
Her Stalker is a stalker-age-gap dark romance not recommended for those under 17. Triggers include extreme sexual content, voyeurism, profanity, and dark themes. *Read at your own discretion.This story is about a stalker's love and determination for the girl he set his sights on a long time ago.Brixton started watching Harley, or his little bird when she was starting high school, and she never had a clue... But what happens when his secret is revealed?You'll get flashbacks to before they started dating, and you'll see all the events that took place during those dark times. This story isn't for everyone, but I hope you enjoy it. | Dark Stalker Romance 17+ |~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter 1: A Stalker's TruthBrixton pov, 35While waiting for Harley to get home from work, I lounge on the couch with my hand in my pants, my eyes shut, and images of my little bird dancing around in my mind.I can feel my lips curling into a smirk as I fall deeper into the aby
Chapter 2: A Stalker's RevengeBrixton povI haven't been able to fucking sleep or do much of anything else since my little bird flew away from our nest.I haven't seen her around either, which isn't like her. But then again, she did find out I betrayed her by stalking her for most of her life, so I'd expect nothing less. I've scoped out her apartment, but she hasn't been back. I didn't want to show my face where she works, but I found out I had no other fucking option. When Harley and I first started dating officially, she was working at one of the most prestigious gentlemen's clubs in Brockton, and that's where she still works today. I fucking hated it—the way she'd flaunt her perfectly sculpted body to random men and let them treat her like a piece of fucking meat. At that time, she had just lost her fiancé to a senseless murder, and she spiraled unbelievably out of control. Alec was her everything, and when she lost him, she lost the sparkle that illuminated her bright blue eyes.
●Harley● Alec hovers his sweaty, naked body over mine, and I find myself getting lost in the light yellow ring around his dark, dilated pupils, gazing intently into his eyes. Having just experienced an overdue, intense orgasm, we both lie here panting and satisfied as small tremors rock our bodies. God, I love this man. I still get butterflies whenever he flashes that smile at me like he is doing now.He removes the wet hair from my face and kisses my cheeks softly and sensually, letting out seductive groans as he does so.“Marry me, Harley Rain Savage, please, baby?”He holds my face in his hands and stares down at me, waiting for my answer to his proposal. He already knows my answer, but I can tell he wants me to say it regardless.“Yes, Alec Rocco Carson. I will marry you, babe.”His lips claim mine in a passionate, heated frenzy, and the next thing I know, he rolls me on top of him and slams me on his cock in just one brutal motion.●All of a sudden, my eyes fling open, and I bo
Brixton, Day 69 in prison After doing my usual workouts for the morning, I lie back on my thin mattress, which hardly fits on the hard, metal bed. I wait for rounds to pass before discretely pulling out the cell phone I keep shoved in the ripped seam of my pillow, hoping to catch the live feed from my little bird's apartment.One of the CO's that I've come to befriend during my numerous visits here slips me the phone whenever he's on duty, then takes it back when he leaves. When I pull up the feed, I see her in bed with Trigger, and my fucking blood begins to boil as rage fills my veins, making it feel like fire is coursing through them rapidly. Fucking snake. I could give him a dose of his own medicine and rat his fucking ass out too, but then she'd fucking hate both of us even though I had nothing to do with Trig's betrayal. No matter how pissed I am at him, I'd never betray him by telling my little bird his secret, even though it's on the tip of my tongue whenever I see her. I pl
| Harley |Huddled inside an old blanket of Brixton's, I keep my eyes fixed on the roaring fire in front of me, enjoying the sound of the growing flames as they crackle. The crisp winter wind drifts through the trees, rattling their bare branches and sending the remaining leaves clinging to them, falling to the ground and brightening it up. The cold doesn't bother me like it should. I'm different from most people, and my dad always blamed it on the storm that broke the day my twin brother Hudson and I were born. I've often found great solace in the dark, using the quiet, serene nighttime to my advantage to sift through the commotion thundering inside my head. The only thing that would make it better would be if the rain was pouring down around me. Then I'd feel right at home. While I sit alone, making friends with the glowing orange flames, I reflect on my past dreams and how they all fell fucking dead when Alec and my brother were murdered. I never thought I’d be walking the streets
| Harley |I run a brush through my long, dark hair and glide my fingers through the curls that cascade down my back, hanging perfectly over my shoulders. I apply a coat of mascara and a thin line of eyeliner to my lower lid and blink a few times, ignoring the anxious flutters that swarm inside my belly.Finishing off my look, I grab my lip-plumping gloss that makes them shine like goddamn diamonds and rub them together, parting with a loud smack. Ugh, I guess I'm ready for this shit.I sulk toward my closet to find an outfit now that my makeup is complete, in search of something that'll make Brixton regret everything he did to me. I'm subleasing my apartment and moving to Cambridge, a city only about twenty minutes from Boston, so I can start my new job that Stacks offered me. No more dancing half-naked for strangers. Instead, I'll be escorting them to events, dinners, and whatever else they decide to book me for. Even though dancing is a huge part of my life and the path I want to t
| Harley |There's something different about the air in Vegas. I can feel it as Brixton and I walk hand in hand down the busy strip, smiling, and now married for the first and hopefully the only time in our lives. I've never seen him this excited before, and I can't tell if it's the fact that we just got married the fact that I told him I was pregnant, or if it's both. Either way, I love seeing him this happy."So, Brixton, where are we going now?"Of course, when he looks at me, his brow raises in a challenge and his lips curl into a smirk, making my panties even wetter with every step that I take."Well, now that you're my wife, we're going back to the room I rented, and we're going to consummate our fucking marriage before we catch our flight home."Before I can say anything, he scoops me into his arms and carries me the rest of the way down the sidewalk, his eyes locking onto mine with so much pride swirling inside them."I can walk, you know.""I know you can, but I want to carry
| Brixton |"I forgive you, Brixton, for all of it. For the stalking, the secrets, the lying—all of it."When we make it back to the big tree, I wrap my little bird in my arms and push her back against the huge trunk, relieved to hear her say those simple little words."Fuck, little bird. You have no idea how much I needed to hear you say that. I'm so fucking sorry for everything that I did to you. I know what I did was stupid and that I shouldn't have done it, and I promise I'll never do anything like that again.""Oh, Brixton, I know you won't."She giggles and licks her lips instinctively; my hungry eyes dart right to them, following the seductive movements of the tip of her tongue."And I accept your apology. I'm sorry, too, for breaking up with you. I regret it all, and I wish I never did it. I want to be your girlfriend again, Brixton. Will you take me back?"I crash my mouth down on hers without giving her an answer, needing to feel her lips on mine so I know this is real befor
| Brixton |Being back home has never felt so good, especially with my little bird back where she fucking belongs–With me...She lounges on the couch under my blanket, flipping through the TV while I take the horse pills the hospital gave me, trying to keep the infection away from my stitched wound. I've been home for a week now, and we haven't left the apartment, not even to go down the hall to her old place."What are you watching, little bird? Anything good?""No, there's nothing on."She laughs, tossing the remote on the cushion beside her."I want to get out of the apartment, Brixton. It's a nice day, and I feel like doing something… with you."Still, with a slight limp, I walk over to the couch and sit down beside her, grabbing a hold of her thigh with a tight squeeze that makes her jerk her body to a straight sitting position."I think getting out sounds like a good idea. It might be good for us to get all the shit out in the open too. Go get your little ass dressed."She hops
| Harley |I haven't been able to go into Brixton's apartment without him being here, even though yesterday I went inside and cleaned the shit out of it and everything. Instead, I've been sitting in the hallway with my back pressed against the wall right beside his front door. The same hall I was standing in when I got the call from the detective about Alec and Hudson being murdered.I can't believe it was Scotty all along.Taking a deep breath to try and calm my nerves and get my hands to stop shaking, I focus on Brixton to try and lighten the mood, even though he's still not awake. My eyes travel down the hall toward my old apartment, but I can't bring myself to go in there either. Without Brixton here with me, nothing feels the same as it did. The one friend I did have, betrayed me in the worst way possible. I sigh and hang my head, allowing myself to wallow in the pity that washes over my body as I rock back and forth like a frightened child.I need to go do something, but what i
| Brixton |Darkness.That's all that I see. I try to open my eyes but they feel heavy. So fucking heavy. Like they're cemented shut. Like someone doesn't want me to open them.Darkness.Trying to open them feels like trying to lift a school bus full of kids. It's nearly impossible. So I stopped trying, and I lay here, allowing the darkness to swallow me whole like it wanted, cocooning me in its tight grip like a mother does her newborn baby.Darkness.Even though I can't seem to open my eyes, I feel warmth on my hand, and a sudden jolt of electricity zaps me, coursing through me at a rapid rate of speed.It's her.My little bird is here. I try to squeeze her hand but I can't tell if my grasp is actually working, but I still try. The darkness doesn't even bother me anymore. The fact that she's here is all that matters. We could be in the depths of hell, burning in the flames of the bastards before us, but as long as we're together, I don't give a fuck where we're at. Pain shoots throu
| Harley |As Brixton lies on top of me, motionless as can be, I can feel blood dripping from his wound and dripping all over my stomach.As the fire crackles and the wind blows, the obnoxious smell of burning flesh permeates the air around us. The smell makes its way right up to my nostrils, making me gag uncontrollably.They're gone. It's almost over… Almost over. I remind myself. Knowing that Stacks still has to be dealt with, seeing how he's the one who's at fault for this whole mess to begin with. I gently shake Brixton's shoulders to get him to move his heavy body off of me, needing to get my back off of the cold ground and the sharp, uncomfortable stick that's poking into my spine. But he doesn't respond. He remains motionless on top of me."Brixton?"Nothing.To find his pulse, I hastily press my fingers to the side of his neck. I eventually locate one, but he is barely hanging on.No, no, no, no, no!Adrenaline surges through me like a lightning bolt striking in the sky, and
| Brixton |As much as I want to run after Callum and fucking kill him for all the evil, hurtful things he did to my little bird while he held her captive for Trigger's sins, I don't...just yet. But I fucking will. All in due time. For now, I stand like a fucking deer in headlights in her living room while she locks herself in her bedroom and sobs. I can hear her cries from down the hall. Trigger stays on the floor from when I hit him, just hanging his fucking head and shaking it."Yo, get the fuck up, Trig. Don't make me get you the fuck up.""We're fucking doing this?"I keep my voice low so I don't disturb Harley, but stern enough so that Trigger knows I mean fucking business. Trigger's done some dirty shit in his life, but I think even he knows that this is by far the dirtiest shit he's ever fucking done. Like the lowest of the fucking low."Yeah, now get the fuck up before I make you get up."He gets up without a fight, which isn't like him. But given this situation, we're both g
| Brixton |"You'd better start fucking talking, Trig.""What.""The.""Fuck.""Did.""You.""Do?"He lowers his head and shakes it, running his hands over his face in complete shock, giving me the impression that he sure as fuck knows what Callum is talking about."Remember that hit we did down in Mexico for him all those years ago?""Yeah, how could I fucking forget? We were held and tortured for a fucking week until we broke free."I take a sizable drag off the blunt and hold the smoke in my cheeks as I gaze at the stars that twinkle above me and wonder if my little bird is okay."What the fuck about it? What did you fucking do that has him so fucking pissed off? I didn't do shit, so I know it's gotta be something your snake ass did."He sighs and shakes his head, giving me an apologetic look as I ball my fists at my sides with the blunt between my lips, trying to hold back from hitting him."Remember the package that we were supposed to bring back for him?"My gaze turns murderous
| Brixton |Feeling like my throat is closing up and I can't breathe, I continue to pace around in my living room, anxiously waiting for the mother fucker who has Harley to text me back. There's a ringing in my ears that won't stop. My heart thumps like a horse's hoofs as they gallop wildly.I've been through some shit in my lifetime, but nothing compares to the shit I'm going through tonight.Callum has my little bird. He fucking has her and is holding her ass ransom. For what, though? I'm not too sure.My throat burns from chain smoking cigarette after cigarette, trying to get the nerves in my body to relax, but given the situation, it's obviously not working. I try not to look at my phone or the picture he sent me of her naked, blindfolded, and handcuffed to the bed, but my eyes keep darting back to it. It makes me sick to my fucking stomach, and holding the vomit down is harder than I thought it would be.I rush over to the garbage can in the kitchen just in time for the throw-up