Page 52 of Hunted Obsession

Fuck. Her.

Pacing my apartment, I wonder what I can do without pissing Theron off any more. I mean, I need to do something, but I don’t want him to hate me, either. I know he doesn’t love her. He’s only with her for whatever secret mission he’s on with his friends. Something that has to do with her father and the Willow Club.

Then it hits me.

His friends.

I don’t know them that well, and it’s been a decade since I’ve spoken to any of them, but if I could find out anything, it would be through them. Theron isn’t saying a word. But that doesn’t mean they won’t… and he didn’t forbid me talking to them.

Since I know that Theron is with the bitch, I decide to grab my purse and keys before heading out the door. Keeping vigilant, I glance around as I make my way toward my car but pause right as I reach for my door handle.

That black bimmer is still sitting in the same spot. I can see the outline of someone in the driver’s seat. The back windows are too tinted. I can’t tell if anyone is in the back, but there is clearly someone sitting in the front.

Opening the door, I sink down in the driver’s seat, never taking my eye off that BMW. It sticks out like a sore thumb, and I know deep in my bones that whoever is inside is watching me.

Maybe it’s like a stalker’s intuition or something, I’m not sure, but I know that person is watching me.

Leaving my apartment complex, I keep a vigilant eye on my rearview, but whoever this person is, if they’re following me, they are good. Really good. Which makes me think that they are professionals, and that’s fairly terrifying.

What if Emmie has hired someone to kill me or something?

Maybe I’m overthinking, but Theron was adamant about keeping me safe, about this being dangerous. I didn’t take him very seriously, but now I’m starting to wonder. Especially since I was in that basement before all of this started. Someone very well could have seen me, thought I saw something that I shouldn’t, and now I’m toast.

I’ll worry about that after I find out what exactly I wasn’t supposed to see. It’s something that Theron clearly doesn’t wantto talk about, something from his past, and the only other people who are from his past are his business partners.

Pulling up to the office building, I make sure to park as far away from the building as possible. There is no way I want to risk being on camera, and I know that these people have cameras everywhere.

Watching the back door, I wait for one of the men to walk out. It’s Vaughn. I don’t know him as well as I do Hale, Merrick, or even Boden. But he will have to do because he’s the first one to walk out of the building.

I watch as he makes his way over to an SUV. It’s a sexy beast, too, a lifted, blacked-out Ford Bronco. Nice. Really nice. He backs out of his spot, and once he is on the main road, I ease out into traffic and stay two car lengths behind him.

I have no doubt that Vaughn will track me following him before he reaches his destination, and when he pulls into a grocery store parking lot, I smirk because I am right. Instead of pretending to be doing anything other than what I am actually doing, I pull in right beside him.

Vaughn rolls down his window, his brow arched, but fuck that. I’m not yelling at him through rolled-down windows. I take a quick glance around the parking lot. I don’t see the BMW, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t somewhere close, waiting and watching me.

Unfolding from my seat, I walk in front of Vaughn's machine before I climb inside the passenger seat.

“Lucille Spencer,” he says coolly without even looking at me.

Facing him, I give him a smile, not speaking, and eventually, he turns to face me. His lips twitch into a smirk, but with his glasses on, I can’t tell if it reaches his eyes or not.

“I need to know what’s going on, Vaughn. He won’t tell me, but I need to know.”

“Need and want are two different things in this world,” he murmurs.

Rolling my eyes, I shake my head once. “No shit. It’s both for me right now. This is both.”

“Fuck,” he hisses.

THERON

After gettingEmmie dropped off at work, I walk back to my car, sinking down into the seat as I grip the steering wheel and pinch my eyes closed. I cannot believe that this happened. I knew Lucille was going to get caught up in this shit. I knew it.

But… what the actual fuck?

What.

The.

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