Page 42 of Wicked Revenge

“Why, Cherry?” Maddox asks, stepping on our other side.

Pulling back out of Royal’s grip, I look at each of these men. Our time will be cut short now, so I need to memorize their faces to help me through what I have to do next.

I’m sorry we didn’t get more time.

“He wants the hunter. Call him and make a deal. The hunter for your sister.”

“You know who the hunter is?” Royal asks. I look at each of them as they stare back at me with an equal mix of hope and confusion in their eyes.

“I do.” I say simply, trying my best not to let my fear of what’s to come consume me.

“Who?” They ask in unison.

With my voice breaking on a whisper, I shatter the illusion they have of me.

“Me.”

Chapter 25

“What the fuck do you mean, ‘me’? You’re the hunter?” I ask, disbelief that this tiny little thing could be the elusive hunter that has grown men running scared.

“I meant what the fuck I just said,” she responds, clearly not appreciating the implication.

“I mean no offense. You’re just so… small. You overpowered three grown men. Killed them?”

“I cut their shriveled-up dicks off, too,” she deadpans back, putting her hands on her hips, making Alek’s hoodie ride a little higher on her legs.

“Will you marry me?” Maddox asks, bouncing on his heels like an overexcited child. He drops to one knee in front of her, grabbing her hand with a shit-eating grin splitting his face wide open.

“Maddox! Knock it off.” I slap the back of his head until he gets the hint that now is not the time to be fucking off.

“My offer stands, Cherry,” he says, kissing her hand before getting to his feet.

“Thanks?” She responds, shaking her head to dispel his weird ass comments and get back on topic.

“Listen, you don’t have to believe me. I don’t really give a fuck if you do. But call him back!” She pleads with me, and the urgency in her voice sets my hair on end.

“I don’t understand,” Alek says.

“There is no fucking way, Ang…” I start but before I can even finish my words, I’m lying flat on my back, with her right forearm pinned against my throat and her left hand tightly squeezing my crown jewels through my sweats.

“Fuck, that’s hot. Please fucking marry me,” Maddox begs, but I don’t pay him any attention, even if I’m thinking the same thing.

“You were saying?”

In this moment, I don’t see the broken damsel in distress she was in the forest or the timid, scared girl she was in that room at Twisted. She is fucking glorious.

I’m so fucking confused and turned on. I can feel my dick twitching as it turns to stone in her hand. I know she feels it too because she gives it a hard squeeze before she lets go and gets up from straddling me. I barely suppress the moan threatening to spill out of my throat.

It takes me a few moments to get myself together enough to get up off the floor. I thrive on control, it grounds me. I never expected to get so turned on by having someone overpower me like this.

“Like I said, call him back. He wants the hunter, and we have to save your sister. He will make this trade. Me for her. I know he will,” she says, adjusting the oversized hoodie to cover her ass again.

She has lost her goddamn mind if she thinks I’m going to let King get his hands on her again. She can brat all she wants. While I know we need to save Em, I will not trade one for the other. I will save them both.

I stalk toward her, and she backs up. Her face tells me she’s on alert, but she isn’t scared of me. I keep my pace steady. She steps back, and I step forward. Going step for step together until her back hits the wall by the doorway.

Caging her in with one arm beside her head, I press my body into hers, gripping her throat lightly. She naturally tilts her head back to look up at me, and I don’t miss the desire that widens her pupils before she steels herself, and the brat wins out.

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