Page 39 of Hunted Obsession

I make it a point to recognize anyone and everyone with whom I come into contact. Especially their names, and I don’t know this name at all. At least in my adult life, I do, which makes me think that this motherfucker is from the past.

And that, I like absolutely nothing about.

LUCILLE

Looking around,I wonder if I should really be here. Theron is going to be here, and I don’t want to fuck with him, but I definitely want to fuck with Emmie.

I’ve decided to wear my hair and makeup the way I did in the art gallery, but instead of the old money aesthetic, I went with something a little more club-worthy. A tight royal blue dress that is both too short and too tight. It’s actually from a few years ago, and it’s a size too small. But it was the best I could do for something free and on short notice.

When I walk up to the bouncer, his eyes do a sweep of my body before his lips twitch into a smirk. I don’t wait for him to say anything to me or ask me any questions.

“I should be on the list,” I say.

He lifts a brow, and I’m not sure if he doesn’t believe me, but I don’t argue with him. Instead, I just wait for him to ask me my name or whatever it is he wants to know about me, because the way he’s staring at me, I’m assuming he has questions.

“Name?” he barks gruffly.

“Lucille Sanders,” I say, attempting to keep my voice soft and low so that my tone doesn’t come out smart-assed.

He smirks as his eyes scan the list, and then they widen before he lifts them to meet mine. “Stay here. Someone will be out to escort you to your table.”

Wow, an escort.Fancy. I’m still not impressed with Emmie, escort or no escort. Giving the bouncer a quick nod, I take a step backward and to the side to wait for my supposed escort.

A few moments later, a tall man dressed all in black dips his chin to me, his eyes finding mine before he murmurs. “Follow me.”

He seems annoyed, and I probably would be, too, if I had to do something like walk someone to a table. How silly isthat?

But when I walk into the club, the first thing that hits me is the sheer volume of the music. The bass is so loud that it actually flows through me. I can feel my body vibrating from it. I’m sure that a few years ago, this wouldn’t have bothered me, but right now, it’s just too much.

Then there’s the fact that the place is so dark I don’t think I could have found anything or anyone anyway.

So, I guess I did need an escort after all.

When the bouncer stops in front of me, he steps aside, and that’s when I see them. It’s not just Emmie and Theron. Charlie Grant is also there, along with an older version of him, which I would guess is Asher Grant. Then there’s another guy around Asher’s age, but I have no clue who he is.

And then there are a few more nameless men standing around—all of which give me the creeps. Theron’s gaze snaps to meet mine. I can tell he is not happy with me standing right here in front of him, especially when he said he didn’t want me to be part of any of this. But I’m not really someone who listens, at least not when I really want something.

And I really want this bitch gone. And I want Theron as my own again even more.

So, here I am.

Trying my best to make that shit happen.

“You made it,” Emmie cries out as she rushes over to me.

She doesn’t embrace me, which I thought she might by the way she rushed over. Instead, she stops abruptly in front of me, her eyes finding mine before she tilts her head to the side.

“You look different,” she says slowly. “Still familiar, but in a way different way. I can’t place you.” Then she turns to Theron before she speaks. “Theron, this is Lucille.”

Theron takes a step forward, his eyes narrowed on me for a moment before he schools his features. My lips are curved up into a huge smile because I don’t care if he’s pissed. This is not solely about him.

I want the bitch gone, and fucking with her is the only way.

“I see,” Theron murmurs.

He doesn’t say anything else, doesn’t even shake my hand, but his gaze does not deviate from mine.

“It’s you,” Charlie states, taking a few steps toward me.

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