Page 76 of Hunted Obsession

Shoving my phone in my pocket, I focus my attention back to the group. Vaughn is leaning down, speaking to Callen in hushed yet serious tones. Lucille is watching, her attention completely focused on what’s happening in front of her, or maybe she’s just taking an interest in her handiwork.

Callen jerks his chin, obviously not liking what Vaughn has to say. “Kill him,” I say.

That’s when Callen’s bottom lip quivers. He’s about to break. He is shaking so hard the chair is shifting beneath his body. I wonder offhandedly if he could break it with his violent whimpers and trembles. What a fucking pussy.

“You’re already dead,” I call out as I close the distance between us.

His head turns slightly, facing in my direction. I smirk down at him. He can’t see me, which is probably a good thing because I’m about to laugh in his pussy-assed face. Sinking my teeth into the corner of my bottom lip, I clear my throat as I move closer to him, then crouch down.

“Are you going to tell us anything?”

He presses his lips together. Obviously, he’s past the pain part of the injury, and he’s likely numb and will go into shock soon. Whatever he’s going to tell us, I hope it’s soon.

“No,” Callen says. “What I did, I do not regret.”

“You don’t regret selling boys into sexual abuse and slavery to the highest bidder?” I demand.

Boden growls behind me, obviously not happy with Callen’s answer, but I have to admit that I’m not either. I wish I could gouge his eyes out all over again. Lucille really did beautiful work here.

“They have a place to live and food.”

His words. They are my undoing. I start to charge him, but I’m too late because Grayson beats me to it. One, two, threeshots and Callen slumps over. Whipping my head around, I look over at him and blink.

He shakes his head once. “He was one of them. He saw nothing wrong in what he did, and there was no use. He would have protected them with his dying breath.”

“And he did,” Lucille announces.

The five of us exchange a look and then begin to clean up the place. Lucille helps by going through their pockets and wallets. She finds nothing, but I didn’t expect her to. We need to head to the gallery.

“Bodies?” Boden asks.

I can tell he’s ready to get this shit done. I don’t blame him. I want to get to that gallery as soon as humanly fucking possible. Ridding this world of these horrible fucking humans is one step closer to finding peace on earth, or at least peace within Securus.

“We’ll burn them,” I say.

“Where can you burn them so they won’t smell?” Lucille asks, acting as if she’s done this before. I arch a brow at her as I take her in for a moment. She is fucking gorgeous and determined as shit.

“You got any suggestions?” I ask her.

She gives me a grin. “I thought you’d never ask.” She pauses and then says through that grin, “There’s an animal hospital about five miles away. They have incinerators there. Nobody would ever know, and they don’t have any cameras.”

I can’t believe Lucille has just suggested that. Sweet Lucille, or maybe after tonight, not-so-sweet Lucille. I’m not sure how or when she became this woman, but as much as I think it’s hot, it’s equally terrifying.

“I like that idea, and maybe we can do that in the future. Tonight, we’ll just take their bodies to the woods on my property and burn them there. I don’t have any close neighbors.”

That works for me.

Since the guys cleaned up my mess with Emmie and Charlie, I help them do this one. Even though all I want to do is search that fucking gallery. I look at Boden. He is rocking from foot to foot, ready to get the hell out of here.

“Why don’t you go and see what you can find at the gallery,” I suggest, jerking my chin toward him.

He jerks his chin and walks away. Grayson, Vaughn, Hale, and I finish cleaning up and loading bodies into the SUV, making sure to line it with plastic. When we’re finished, I hose all the concrete down with bleach and water. Lucille climbs into the back seat of the SUV, seemingly unbothered by the bodies that lie just a few feet away. I seriously need Merrick to get back to me as soon as humanly possible about her.

“What about their families?” I ask.

It’s Hale’s turn to speak. He hasn’t said much tonight, but it’s clear there’s something on his mind. He takes a step toward me, jerking his chin toward the SUV before he speaks. “You got your thumb on that one?” he asks.

“I fucking thought I did,” I reply. “I’m not so sure now.”

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