Page 75 of Hunted Obsession

I don’t want to let him go, not now and not ever again.

He releases me, takes a step backward, and forces my hands to let go of his hair, even though that is the absolute last thing I want to do. I watch as he takes another step backward, then I hear a grunt and both of us shift our attention toward that grunt.

That’s when I see Grayson slam his fist into Callen’s stomach. Once, twice, three times. My lips tighten as I take in the scene. Callen isn’t talking. He’s completely silent.

He’s protecting someone.

But that person is likely an even bigger piece of shit than he is, so without hesitation and without thinking, I rush toward him. Callen’s eyes widen as he watches me lunge at his body.

When I hit him full force with my weight, the chair flies backward and both of us tumble to the ground. I know that it hurts him a hell of a lot more than it hurts me when he lands because his head bounces off the concrete a few times.

I laugh at the sound of his skull likely cracking against the cement floor, but I don’t stop there. I can’t just give him everything he deserves. I reach down to his face.

Pressing my thumbs against his eyes, I close my own and push down. The feel of his soft, warm eyeballs against my thumbs as I bury them in his face should creep me out, but it doesn’t.

Callen screams somewhere in the distance, but I don’t stop, not until my body is being lifted from the floor. I'm placed on my feet and spun around. Only then do I open my eyes. I’m met with five men who are staring at me in what I can only describe as shock.

“He wasn’t going to talk, but he might now,” I state, shrugging a shoulder.

Callen whimpers in the background somewhere, but I can only smile as my gaze flicks over to Theron’s. He not only holds my attention, but he traps it.

“I cannot believe you just did that,” he murmurs.

My lips twitch into a smirk. I’m sure he is, without a doubt, shocked as hell, but there is a lot he doesn’t know about me. What I just did is only the tip of the iceberg.

“It was hot,” he grunts, leaning down slightly as he brushes his lips across my own.

If he thought that was hot, things are going to ignite when he discovers the whole-ass truth. I am ready for it. Once this is all done, no more secrets. I am ready to start my life with him. Ready to move forward, ready for anything and everything beautiful in our world.

Because we deserve it all.

Every single ounce.

THERON

Jesus fucking Christ.

Watching Lucille attack and gouge out Callen’s eyes should not turn me on, but it sure as fuck does. Then, in the same thought, I wonder who the fuck she is. Because I’ve never seen a woman do something like that before.

It’s sexy as fuck but also kind of terrifying.

Lifting my head from hers, I look into her eyes, searching them, and I decide that I need to ask her some more questions. Obviously, I have not been watching her as closely as I thought I did.

As much as I want to start asking those questions right this minute, I decide against it. First, we deal with this shit. Then I’ll find out how in the absolute fuck this woman did what she just did and not even blink. Not a wince, a blink, nothing.

Callen is still moaning when Vaughn picks his chair up off the floor and sets him straight again. There is blood seeping down his cheeks from his damaged eyeballs, and I glance over to Lucille and watch her for a moment to gauge her reaction to the sight of her destruction.

Her head tilts to the side, and her lips twitch into a small smile at the sight of him. Fuck me, but she’s ruthless and definitely hiding something. I can’t concentrate for another fucking second about this, so I take my phone out of my pocket and send a text to Merrick.

I know he’s dealing with his new wife and father-in-law, but I want to know what the fuck is going on. And right now, he’s the only one of us who isn’t here and possibly has the ability to find out.

CAN YOU LOOK UP LUCILLE? SHE JUST GOUGED OUT CALLEN’S EYES.

MERRICK: WHAT THE FUCK?

HE’S CURRENTLY WHIMPERING WITH BLOOD POURING DOWN HIS FACE.

MERRICK: FUCK. I’M ON IT.

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