Page 84 of Hunted Obsession

“Lucille?” Boden asks.

“Lucille,” I confirm. “She’s been ruining people’s lives digitally for years. She can ruin all of theirs.”

Vaugh chuckles. “I can confirm this is what she’s been doing.”

“What happens then? After she does that?” Hale asks.

Shaking my head, I clear my throat. “We run our business and continue to keep our ears to the ground when it comes to Ravet. It’s all we can do.”

“We live our lives, and we do it better than anyone in that world could have ever imagined,” Boden announces.

He’s right.

We live our fucking lives, and we do it better than anyone else on the whole fucking planet. Starting with me claiming Lucille not only in the underworld, but in this one as well by making her my legal wife.

“Anything else?” I ask.

They all shake their heads as they flick their gazes at one another. I stand and place my hands on the table. I feel the smooth surface beneath my fingers as I shift my gaze around at the men in front of me.

“Lucille is mine now. My woman and soon-to-be my wife. I bought her, and I’m keeping her.”

And that is fucking that.

I love her.

I may not be able to admit it out loud yet, but I fucking love Lucille Sanders. I’m more than at peace with the fact that she is mine until my last dying breath. I’m happy about it. I plan on keeping her for-fucking-ever.

Epilogue

THERON

ONE MONTH LATER

Walking into the office,I look around at the men who surround the table. I can’t help but feel as if something is amiss. They are watching me, all of them, waiting for some kind of reaction, but I don’t know what the fuck it is they’re anticipating.

So, instead of standing in front of them and staring back, I decide to say something to break the tension in the room.

“This feels like bad news specifically for me,” I announce.

Merrick clears his throat, which tells me it is bad news. I should probably feel some kind of way about it, but I don’t. I’ve had so much bad news in my life. What’s another thing headed my way?

Instead of being pissed or upset, I arch a brow and wait for whatever the fuck they’re going to tell me because it’s clear that something is going to be said, and I’m not going to like it.

It’s Vaughn who speaks. I watch as he lifts his hand, places his palm on the table, then slides his fingers over the smoothsurface. His gaze follows the movement. He’s being dramatic as fuck, which lets me know that this is bigger than I thought.

“Just tell me,” I demand.

“It’s about Lucille,” Hale murmurs.

I almost sayno shitbecause I can’t imagine they would be so hesitant if it weren’t.

I press my lips together. I’m not sure if I care about what anyone else thinks or says about her. Except this is one of my best and oldest friends in the world. The rest of the men in this room are also my brothers. So I don’t interrupt him. I don’t tell him to fuck himself for mentioning my woman.

Instead, I stay quiet, waiting to hear what he has to say. The entire room stays silent to the point where it’s a bit uncomfortable. Unable to stand it a moment longer, I speak.

“What about her?” I ask when he doesn’t continue.

Vaughn clears his throat. “Since she started doing some contract work, I thought it would be a good idea to have a working file on her.”

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