Page 21 of Hunted Obsession

Opening up a new tab, I begin to search. Originally, I thought it was odd that Nights had such a fancy gallery like that. Those kinds of places are usually in destination places. Not in Nights. We aren’t nothing, but at the same time, we are not a destination city by any means and not any kind of art hub.

The owner is Ron Vale.

I know that name. Taking my phone out of my pocket, I look at my notes. It doesn’t take me long to find the name. It’s one of the owners of the Willow Club along with Asher Grant. What the fuck is going on here?

My next mission is to find out how in the hell an art gallery owner becomes partners with a nightclub owner. Not that it’s impossible, but I’m finding it hard to believe in general. Rollingmy lips a few times, I click around on the Internet and try to find some more information about this Ron character.

There isn’t much. He went to some small fancy art college and graduated before opening the gallery. Which makes me think that he comes from money. I don’t know how to figure that part out, but I do what I can. This means that I pay the small amount to do a complete search on him, too.

And for shits and giggles, I do one for the third partner, Callan Drake. I also add the names that Asher is tied to in his profile because those names, they just make me feel some kind of way, and I think there is something much bigger happening here.

I figure if I look them all up, then something is bound to stick out, and I’ll be able to find out exactly what this bitch is doing and what her plans are for this man of mine… because he is mine. He just doesn’t realize it yet.

I’m not going to rest until I know what it is. And hopefully, I can threaten to expose Emmie to Theron and make her walk the fuck away from him.

THERON

Merrick textsme just as I’m about to take my clothes off. I’ve already come down Emmie’s throat, but I don’t want to leave without taking care of her. I’m an asshole, but I’m not that big of an asshole.

Digging my phone out of my pocket, I slide my thumb across the text notification to open the message. It doesn’t say much, but that doesn’t surprise me because we don’t typically put much in writing.

Also, it’s a group text. Which means it’s big.

MERRICK: SURVEILLANCE ROOM. IMMEDIATELY.

Fuck.

This is big.

Tucking my shirt back into the waistband of my pants, I flick my gaze over to Emmie, who is naked with her legs spread wide in the center of the bed. It’s a shame to leave her this way, but work calls, and if this is about Ravet, which I assume it is, then nothing else trumps that.

“Wish I could stay, but I have an emergency. I need to head out.”

Emmie’s eyes widen, her lips part, and she lets out a long exhale before she speaks. “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“I’m not. I’ll come back to you later. But I have shit I need to handle.”

She pouts and rises to her knees, then holds out her hand. I don’t take it, tilting my head to the side. I watch her for a moment, then clear my throat. I open my mouth to say something, but she starts speaking first.

“You have me to handle, Theron. Don’t walk out that door.”

Her words seem to be some kind of warning, but I don’t give a fuck about it. Merrick and whatever he has to say are the most important things right now.

Taking a step backward, I don’t say anything else to her. I don’t give a fuck. She could warn me all day long, but I am not going to ignore Merrick for some cunt I’m just fucking to pass the time.

“I’ll text you when I can.”

Turning around, I walk out of the bedroom just in time to hear her scream and something smash against the wall. I don’tknow what the fuck she threw, but this shit is not going to fly with me.

If I had the time, I would tell her how much that shit will not fly. But I don’t. So I walk out of her apartment, leaving her naked and pissed off. I’m sure a good pounding is all she needs to calm her ass down. I’ll worry about it later. I don’t care right now.

The only important thing to me in the world at this moment is Merrick and what he has to say. Because I know that he heard something and what he heard could change our entire world.

It doesn’t take me long to drive to the office. Hurrying into the building, I still do all the things I need to in order to ensure security is properly in place. When you don’t do that, when you’re in a hurry, that’s when you fuck up. That’s when you make mistakes. I learned that lesson a long fucking time ago.

When I walk into the surveillance room, I’m surprised to see that I’m not the first one in. Vaughn is standing next to Merrick as I close the door behind me. “What do we have?” I demand.

Merrick holds his hand up. I’m surprised to see that he has headphones on and he’s furiously scribbling in the notebook I brought the other night. The door opens again, Hale making his way in, and one by one, the rest of the men arrive.

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