'How the hell did he find me now?'
Dante's mood took another dive and came back to the surface, having changed from depression to annoyance. Not making the mistake of looking in the stalker's direction once more, Dante twisted the throttle and let the engine roar as the bike surged forward.
'Keep a tag on the bastard.' He thought aloud, clicking his tongue while turning a corner. 'I will deal with him later.'
[Understood.]
Letting the brat live was starting to feel like a mistake. Dante was tempted to go finish the job, and he would have done so if not for his desire to avoid ruining his mood even further.
Still, it was difficult not to wonder about how the brat managed to track him. Volcan would have noticed trackers if any were placed on him, and since he had been on the road for most of the past week, it was difficult to imagine the brat following him around all this time.
'... what a pain…'
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