Page 48 of Hunted Obsession

A fancy black BMW. Granted, I don’t live in the bad part of town, but none of my neighbors are driving luxury cars like that.

It catches me off guard.

Then my heart starts to race because Theron has told me more than once that whatever it is he’s doing is dangerous, and I don’t need to be seen near him or as associated with him… except he was here just a few hours ago.

As much as I want to find out who is behind the wheel of that car, I decide that Theron warned me off for a reason, and I need to go ahead and do what he asked. I already took the first step and deleted my fake social media account.

Continuing up the stairs, I make sure to lock my front door behind me—quickly. After I’ve finished putting my groceries away, I walk over to my sofa and sink down on the cushions. I turn on the television. It’s the only thing that could possibly help me keep my mind off that car.

But after I’m an hour into a movie that I haven’t actually been watching, I know it doesn’t matter what I’m doing; it’s going to bother me. I debate texting Theron. The way he left here madehis point pretty clear. He doesn’t want anything to do with me. So I don’t do that.

Instead, I get ready for work. I’ll be a little early… by two hours, but my boss won’t care. I haven’t even seen her in person in over a year, anyway. In fact, she might be pleasantly surprised that I showed up at the office before it was cleared out for the evening.

So that’s what I do, the whole time thinking about that car and whoever is behind the wheel of it.

THERON

Keeping sharp, I take in my surroundings, looking for Lucille. I don’t see her anywhere, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t watching me. Apparently, she’s been doing so for as long as I’ve been watching her.

I have no right to be pissed at her, and truthfully, I’m not. There is something absolutely beautiful about her obsessing over me as much as I have been obsessing over her. But she needs to stay away right now for her own safety.

I’m not sure when this shit is going to be done. Walking toward the back of the Willow Club, I am again fully wired as I wait for Asher and Victor to appear. Ravet was supposed to be there last night, but he was nowhere to be seen, and I saw no transfers of product. I stayed with Asher until everyone went their separate ways and headed home.

Now, I’m supposed to set up a more sophisticated system for their surveillance. One that will not be monitored the same way as their club’s system that is already in place.

This whole thing makes me feel sick as fuck to my stomach, but on the other hand, I’m inside, and I’m going to do everythingI can to get every single angle. I want an inside view of what they’re doing when I can’t physically be here.

The back door of the club opens after I wonder if I’ve been stood up, and Victor jerks his chin in my direction. There are two other men standing a few feet behind him. I recognize them both. They are the other partners of the Willow Club.

If I thought Asher was somehow running this shit behind their backs, I know now that isn’t the case. They are all clearly in on it, which makes me wonder what exactly the art gallery is for.

“We haven’t met you yet,” Ron Vale says, taking a step toward me.

Pretending not to know exactly who he is, I extend my arm to shake his hand and introduce myself. “Emmie runs the gallery for me. She should be down here any moment so you can go over exactly what we’ll be doing here today.”

“Emmie?” I ask.

This is a turn of events that I wasn’t expecting. “Emmie,” Ron confirms. “She does all of the paperwork for the deliveries. She knows what goes where, and she keeps track of the money. It’s why I have her in the gallery, so she can do it all right there on the computer.”

That makes much more sense.

“And the gallery?” I ask.

His lips twitch into a smirk as he arches his brow. “Exactly what you think it is, nothing but a front.”

This man, all of them, really, think they are so fucking smart. Granted, they got me with Emmie being part of it, but the rest is seriously par for the course. Instead of responding verbally, I dip my chin and rock back on my heels right as Emmie walks through the door.

My plans of getting rid of her sooner rather than later have just been foiled. I have a feeling that I’m not going to be able to scrape her off any time soon. I want to stay on the inside ofthis shit, and that pisses me off because the more I’m away from Lucille, the more I want her.

“Hey, baby,” Emmie coos as she walks straight up to me and places her lips on my cheek.

I’ve done well to keep my distance from her lately sexually, but I’m not sure how much longer that can last without raising her suspicions. I’m going to have to fuck her soon, and it’s the absolute thing that I do not want to do right now—the only person I can think about fucking is Lucille.

Instead of responding to her, I wrap my hand around her waist and squeeze her gently before I focus my attention on Ron, Victor, or anyone else. She wraps both of her arms around me like this is some kind of cute couple thing.

I cannot wait to be rid of this bitch.

“Let’s get started on where and what we need our sights on at all times,” Victor announces.

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