Page 118 of Obsession

“Don’t smile at me like that, Mr. Middleton,” she says curtly before turning around to leave. “It creeps me out.”

I smirk.

And she has a backbone.

She’ll do nicely.

As I return to Megan, who insists on walking on her own, I look at Lars as I brush past him. “Find out everything you can about Dr. Yasmin Torres.”

“What about the shooter?” he asks, worried.

“Parker can take the lead on that.”

I know he'd rather be hunting down the shooter, but Lars nods discreetly before slipping away to handle what I've asked.

“How are you feeling?” I ask Megan as I help her into the car and adjust the seatbelt so it locks in comfortably across her chest.

“She was right. I don’t feel anything but tightness from the sutures. The miracles of modern medicine, huh?”

“I don’t know that numbing creme is a modern miracle. It’s been around for a long time.”

Megan simply shrugs her shoulders, and while I want to dig a little deeper into the fact that someone in Megan’s past tortured her, I can feel someone watching me. I turn my head and look back at the hospital building.

My eyes narrow on a dark figure standing in the shadows, quite a distance from us. He’s at least six feet tall, wearing a puffer jacket, and they pull the furred hood up. His handsslide into his pockets as he watches me. I stare back, realizing that he’s far enough away that giving chase would be pointless. I’d never catch him, and neither would Parker. After a few long seconds, he turns around and retreats into the side of the building.

My smile is dark.

The events of the last few weeks are all crashing around me and have no doubt led me to this very moment.

One dead doctor, another dead Steve, and a hail of bullets in my home can only mean one thing.

My enemy has thrown down the gauntlet.

And I accept.

The one fact he seems to have forgotten is that you can’t hide when I run this entire city.

I will find him.

And when I do, I will destroy him.

Chapter 42

Jealous As Fuck

HUNTER

One week later

Icasually cross my legs, somewhat bored, as I address the man hanging before me in the club’s cellar.

“Have you considered my offer, Craig? Once you do, I can make this all go away.”

His face is bloodied, and he spits at me, “Fuck you!“

“You’re a thief,” I reply calmly, lifting my hand to gesture toward Parker, who grins and then yanks at the chain linked to the man’s wrists.

Craig lets out a painful groan, and I click my tongue. “You shouldn’t have taken what wasn’t yours to begin with. Your business partner’s son died because of your messiness, and you know mothers and their sons. She’s understandably upset.”

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