Page 62 of Hunted Obsession

And nobody is going to survive my wrath. They are all going to fucking pay for their part in this shit.

Every single one of them.

“It’s not really your concern if I do or don’t,” I state.

Her eyes widen, then she narrows them on me. I watch as Emmie takes a step backward, then she moves so that she’s pressing her tits against mine. It’s deliberate, but I let her do it because it’s easier than fighting her on it, probably what every fucking man has said in her presence before.

“Isn’t it, though?”

I snort. “It’s not.”

I don’t answer her. I don’t give a fuck what she thinks. What she wants. Emmie Grant is not a good person. I don’t care what she’s trying to portray. I know enough to see that she is less than a good fucking person. I want to watch both her and her father fucking burn for their crimes because I know in my heart that they’re involved with Ravet.

I just can’t prove it yet.

LUCILLE

Daythree of being on lockdown. I’ve likely already lost my job by now. I loved that job, too, which really bites the big one. It doesn’t matter at this point, though. I would be a fool to try and walk out of this condo.

That weirdo followed me around for God knows how long and could have killed me at any moment. Then my mind begins to run through all the reasons why I wasn’t murdered sooner. He could have killed me at any moment, but he didn’t. Why?

I can’t stop thinking about it.

Maybe it’s because I’m in this room alone, but it’s consuming me. Why the fuck didn’t he already kill me? Walking over to the window, I look down at the world below me. Everyone is walking around. They have no idea I’m sitting here, a woman with a price on her head.

Sucking in a breath, I turn around and make my way back into the living room. I am so beyond bored. I have nothing to do here. It’s not like I can clean. I don’t have a desire to cook, and I don’t have laundry to do because I don’t have any clothes.

Every morning, I wake up and wash my underwear and clothes while I sit around, wrapped in a blanket, sometimes a towel, in hopes that Theron will appear.

He doesn’t.

Why did he lock me up here? Seriously, what’s the point? Why doesn’t he just let these people end me? It’s not like he wants to be with me. I’m locked away like some dirty little secret.

Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I let out a long breath through my nostrils just as the front door opens. It’s him. Theron. He closes the door behind him. It’s so quiet in this room that I can actually hear the door lock click behind him.

His gaze finds mine, focuses on mine, and then, without a word, he marches toward me. Sucking in a breath, I hold it as he approaches me. When he lifts his hand, he wraps his fingersaround the front of my throat, not saying a single word before he dips his chin and touches his lips to mine.

A moment later, his hands are on my ass as I’m being lifted into the air and carried to the bedroom. I’m surprised that he’s not pressing me against the window again, but I’ll take the bedroom. In all honesty, I would take anything, anywhere, as long as it included Theron.

When he stops beside the bed, he slowly lets me slide down his body until my feet touch the floor, and then his fingers curl around my waist as he holds on to me.

“Theron,” I rasp.

His lips curve up into a smirk, his gaze searching my own. “Sweetheart,” he murmurs.

I should make him tell me what he’s been doing—demand to know if he’s been with her. But I don’t, mainly because I’m not sure if I really want to know the answer. I think I’ll live in complete and total denial.

His hand slides up my side, and then he cups the side of my cheek, his thumb sliding across my bottom lip before he leans forward and touches his lips to mine. “It’s almost over, Lucille.”

I try to take a step backward, but his fingers grip my waist tighter and don’t allow me to move. He lifts his head from mine, his gaze focused and connected to my own before he speaks.

“Don’t try to get away. When I tell you that it’s almost over, you better fucking believe that it’s almost fucking over.”

“Then what happens? When you get whatever secret mission you’re on accomplished, what materializes?” I demand.

I’m so curious, mainly because he’s been adamant about being with her. I don’t know if he has feelings for her or what it is, but I can’t help but wonder what is actually going on. He isn’t telling me everything. He hasn’t been since the beginning.

“When I get what I want, I’m done with Emmie. I’ll take care of her.”

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