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She tucked her phone back into her purse and took a step back away from the menacing man in front of her, bumping into a brick wall of a man behind her and jumping away from the contact.

“Run, pretty girl.” Blade grinned salaciously down at her. “We love a good fight.”

She walked away, turning on her heels and all but scurrying down the dark hallway to the bathrooms. She looked over her shoulder a dozen times in the brief space and burst through the back door to the dark parking lot.

Blade’s eyes found mine in the crowd as I stood up to follow her and he nodded, with the amused grin on his gnarled face. “Bring her back someday for some fun.”

I ignored him, already heading to the front door and leaving them all in my wake. They served their purpose and effectively riled her up enough that she was nearly running through the darkness to get away from the bar.

Good girl.

I lifted my hood and followed her with my own heart racing through my chest as she hit the thick forest that backed up to my property. I took my phone out and sent my last instruction before turning it on silent and zipping it away.

The hunt was on.

Chapter 12 – Peyton

My heels sank in the soft earth with each step, but I didn’t take them off. If Dane had wanted me to be barefoot, he wouldn’t have sent the over the top gifts slowing me down. Which was also the point of their existence I was sure.

My heart was beating a mile a minute in my throat as I reached the end of the parking lot and kept going through the grass. When the trees started blocking out any moonlight from above I glanced over my shoulder to make sure no one from the bar was following me.

At least none of the bikers.

They were scary as fuck, and my skin still crawled from the things they said to me in my short five minute stay. I knew that was Dane’s plan the whole time, and I could also tell that the men weren’t actually going to touch me, though I didn’t know what the fuck made me stupid enough to test that theory.

When the one had cornered me at the bar and asked me about my wetness, I felt so fucking powerful, tempting him and testing the invisible barrier between us. I was high on adrenalin as I left the barand I could feel it amplifying in my veins with every step taking me further into the woods.

My phone vibrated in my purse and I ripped it out to read the message and nearly cried out in ecstasy from just the words on the screen.

Run, Puppet. Run from your hunter and try to escape. Because if I catch you, all three of your holes are going to know my touch by the time I’m done with you.

And I fucking ran.

I tucked my phone back into my purse and shot off through the dark woods, using my hands as barriers from the brush and twigs, slapping me as I ran. I had no idea if he was even actually with me in the woods, or maybe he was pranking me from some remote location and fucking with my head for his own enjoyments, but I still ran.

The adrenalin and fear made me feel the most alive I’d ever felt before. I felt high, and even the mild experimenting I’d done with drugs in my life couldn’t come close to recreating the high I was on as I ran from my hunter.

And then I heard a noise behind me and I whipped around to see what made it and lost my footing, losing one shoe as I caught movement behind me in the shadows.

“Fuck.” I hissed, kicking the other expensive shoe off and mentally cried out at the loss of the pretty material item as I left it behind. I couldn’t afford to let them slow me down anymore, because I was actually being chased.

I twisted around a large tree and cut to my right, running further into the dark woods, but with every panic induced gasp I took, I heard another noise from behind me.

“Puppet!” A deep baritone voice echoed through the woods and I screamed in fear, ducking beneath some lower brush to hide, crawling across the damp ground on my hands and knees.

He was so fucking close and I no longer cared about my fancy dress, silk stockings, or the manicured nails I’d perfected for him.

I fucking fled with regard for nothing else.

“Come here Puppet,” His voice echoed off the low branches around me and I froze, as the noise encircled me, making it sound like he was in front of me. “When you asked me to hunt you down, I thought you’d actually make it hard on me, but you’re just giving up. You’re making it too easy.”

I got up on my feet and turned in another direction, gasping when I slipped in mud and slid down a steep hill that came out of nowhere on my knees. In an open clearing, I landed in a heap; the impact reverberating through my body. Slowly, I climbed back to my feet, wincing at the soreness. Surveying my new surroundings, a feeling of isolation washed over me. The dark forest enveloped me, its dense foliage blocking any sign of escape.

I had no idea where I was anymore. I couldn’t tell where I’d been or where I was going.

Movement caught my eye, and I shrieked in horror as a large dark shadow jumped down the hill beside me.

It was him.

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