Page 61 of Hunted Obsession

He turns around and starts to walk away. Standing, I follow behind him, and I’m amazed at how well hidden his secret staircase is. He doesn’t explain it to me, and I don’t ask. It’s kind of nice knowing that if someone breaks into the safe house and tries to kill me, he can get to me and kick some ass.

At least that’s what I tell myself, not that it would be silent, and he would probably have no idea. Once we’re in his apartment, the aroma of savory chicken hits my nose. I can smell sage and thyme. My stomach growls, and that’s when I realize I haven’t eaten in a while. I can’t even remember when.

“You cook?” I ask.

“When I feel like it. Don’t expect it every night. But I knew there wasn’t any food for you there. I’ll have some delivery brought to me tomorrow and drop it off to you.”

“Thanks,” I whisper, my gaze shifting to the side.

He clears his throat, his gaze finding mine and holding it for a moment. He lets out a heavy breath, then reaches out andwraps his fingers around my forearm. He squeezes me gently before he releases me, and then he moves toward the kitchen.

I watch him plate the food, and a few minutes later, we’re sitting across from one another, staring and eating in silence. A comfortable silence, but a silence nonetheless. I know he could say a million things to me, and I to him, too. But I decide against it. Instead, I enjoy the silence and eat the fantastic meal that Vaughn made for me.

When the meal is finished, he turns on an action show, and I sink down on the sofa to watch it with him. I don’t know him well, but what I do know is that he’s quiet. Which I’m grateful for in this moment. I need some quiet. I just wish that my mind would quiet down as well.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

THERON

Emmie walksinto the room just as I’m finishing putting up the last camera. I’ve set my cameras up, and they are ready to be watched. The other cameras are also ready to go, and I’m sure Asher and his men will be happy with our work. I’ll be happy once they give me something, anything, to place Ravet here.

I want to ruin the whole damn group of them, Every single one of them. I want them gone—forever. Emmie stands in front of the doorway before I can leave the building. She places her hand on the center of my chest, and I want nothing more than to just walk away from her.

But I don’t.

I’m so fucking focused on what is going to happen, where Ravet is, what they’re doing, and when they’re doing it that I can’t bring myself to tell her to kick rocks the way I want to. Instead, I walk straight up to her, wrap my fingers around the side of her throat, and inwardly wince as I squeeze her there.

“Come back to my place, baby,” she whispers.

Emmie is trying to be sexy, and it’s taking a lot to make it effective. In fact, it’s less than effective. I want nothing to do with this bitch in general. I play the game, though, and hopefully, this shit is going to be done soon.

Releasing her throat, I reach down and lace my fingers with hers. “Let’s get out of here,” I murmur.

“Do you have all of this handled?” she asks, her eyes searching mine.

I know she’s asking me in her sweet tone, but I also know she is demanding an answer. I’m going to give her what I can, but it’s not everything.

Because fuck her.

“It’s handled,” I state.

Taking her hand in mine, I tug her behind me. When we walk out of the Willow Club, I can’t help but let out a heavy sigh of relief. I haven’t told anyone, but there is an oppressive feeling in that building that makes it hard to fucking breathe.

“Take me home and fuck me,” she whispers. “Or maybe I’ll fuck you with my mouth. It’s been too long since you’ve been inside of me.”

I think about fucking her, and I swear to fuck, my cock shrivels. Just thinking about being inside of her makes me want to run the fuck away. I don’t know how I’m going to do this shit. I fucking hate this bitch with everything inside of me. But I fucking rally. Taking her hand in mine, I guide her out the door.

“Do you love her?” Emmie asks, turning to face me as soon as we reach the sidewalk.

I play dumb. “Love who?” I ask.

She tilts her head to the side, her gaze searching mine as she waits for me to speak. When I don’t say anything, she decides to be a bit more specific. “Lucille,” she clarifies. “Do you love her?”

I could tell her the fucking truth of it all, but I decide against it. I’m using her just like she’s using me. I figure right now, this ismutually beneficial. It won’t be once I have what I want because I will scrape her ass off as soon as humanly possible.

I can’t wait to be done with her. This shit is obviously not for me. Nothing about Emmie makes me want her. It’s a dick move, but I know she is using me, too. She wants me to do all this shit for free and not tell the police what the fuck they’re doing here.

She doesn’t realize that I could give a fuck about whatever illegal shit they’re up to. They could be doing almost anything, and I would ignore it. Drugs, sex, whatever. But the moment I see anything with kids, I’m going to tear this whole fucking place to shreds.

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