Page 49 of Hunted Obsession

Without another word, I dip my chin, silently thankful to get to work. Moving away from Emmie, I follow behind Victor. Lifting my tablet up, I take the stylus out of the holder and get started on what and where they want things, and then I make my own notes on where and what I’m going to put my own devices—because fuck them.

It doesn’t take long for me to go through their entire basement system. And then the loading and unloading area that I had no idea existed. I make extra notes in this area because if I’m going to catch any human trafficking, it will be right fucking here.

Granted, it hasn’t been mentioned to me yet, just the drugs, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t doing it. Just the name Ravet being mentioned by any of these people makes it clear that it’s happening. I just have to get eyes on him—and audio. I need to see him in person, in the fucking flesh.

Then I need to hold him. Tie him up and torture him. I want every piece of information he has stored in his evil fucking brain. After that, we go after the others—all of them. We end this shit and keep children from being abused the way we were.

Call it vigilante justice, or whatever the fuck it is, but we need to get to the top of this pyramid.

And we will.

No matter how long it takes and no matter how many people we have to kill to get there.

Once I’m finished taking all of my notes, I thank everyone for their time. Turning to Victor, I explain to him that I need to order supplies and that I’ll contact him when I’m ready to do the install.

“You’ll be doing it yourself, I trust?” Victor asks.

As much as I want to tell him that, honestly, they could not fucking afford for me to do it myself, I know I need this more than they need me to do it. So I agree and then kiss Emmie on the cheek before I leave.

I need to get the fuck away from these people as soon as humanly possible. I head back to the office and go straight to the surveillance room. I know that Hale has been watching my every move; he’s also recorded it, and we’re going to spend the rest of the afternoon strategically planning the installation.

Chapter Twenty-Two

LUCILLE

Day two without seeing,following, or watching Theron from afar. I’m not sure how long I can make it. I’ll be honest; I’m jonesing for a chance to see this man, to lay eyes on him. I’ve never gone this long without watching him in some kind of capacity.

My skin feels tight, even a little itchy. I need to see him, even if it means seeing him with Emmie. It’s clear to me that this man is indeed going to stay with her.

He doesn’t want me.

No matter what he says, he is choosing her. I know he’s saying it’s for safety, but if he wanted me, really wanted me, he would take me—and he would have done it in the last ten years.

Pacing my apartment, I try to keep myself busy, but I don’t know what to do. I press my lips together and roll them a few times, then look down at my feet before I let out a sigh. I need to do something. If I don’t, I’m going to go stir-crazy right here.

Walking toward my apartment door, I reach out and turn the knob, tugging it open, only to let out a gasp of surprise at who isstanding in front of me. Emmie’s lips curve up into a smile as she waltzes past me and into my apartment as if she owns the place.

Closing the door behind me, I slowly turn around to face her, unsure of what I’m going to say. She’s here, in my apartment, and to say that I’m shocked is an understatement. Her eyes find mine, and her lips curve up into a smirk.

“You know, it took me a moment to figure out why every time I saw you, I couldn’t place you, but you looked familiar,” she begins, making no bones about the fact that she’s figured out that I’m not exactly who I claimed I was.

Pressing my lips together in a straight line, I watch her. Refusing to speak. It’s more along the lines of the fact that I don’t know what to say. I didn’t expect her to figure it out.

“It fucked with me. I’m not going to lie about that. You’re good.”

I almost smile at those words because that was exactly what I’d wanted to do, fuck with her. But I don’t smile. Instead, I keep my lips pressed together gently as she continues. I’m trying to stay as quiet as possible so I can figure out what she actually knows because I’m not about to give her more than that.

“But you’re not that good, and I’m not that stupid,” she grinds out. I also have a snarky comment for that because she is fucking stupid, but I decide against it.

“I just want to know why. Was it just because you wanted to ride Theron?”

She takes one step toward me, a clear act of intimidation, but I don’t give in to her shit. Instead, I stare at her, arching a brow and waiting for her to continue. I don’t really give a fuck what she has to say.

I did what I did, and I’m not ashamed.

I’m not telling her a fucking thing. She doesn’t know anything about me, about Theron and me. She doesn’t get to know, either. It’s not her fucking business.

“Tell me why you did it. Why you stalked me.” she demands.

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