Page 8 of Hunted Obsession

God.

He’s beautiful.

Every single time I lay my eyes on any part of him, my breath hitches, and I’m taken back to a million different memories of the way it was and visions of the way I can be.

He takes a couple of steps, then stops and turns to look in my direction as if he can sense me watching him. Holding my breath, I wait for him to come over and tell me to get the fuck out of here, or at least ask me why I’m watching him, but he doesn’t.

Instead, he turns his head and makes his way toward his car. I watch as he opens the door and sinks into the front seat. A few moments later, he backs out of his spot, and then he’s gone.

After staying where I am for a breath, I face my windshield, start my own car, and then head toward work. I already know what I’ll be doing on my breaks tonight. I’ll be researching the Willow Club, and by tomorrow, I’m going to figure out how Emmie is connected.

It is my new mission. Along with ensuring that I completely fucking ruin her and her relationship with Theron. Every fucking piece of thread that holds them together will be burned.

THERON

My first shiftfor listening to the office of the Willow Club is tomorrow night. All night. I can’t remember the last time I worked a night shift. I can’t deny I’m a bit excited about it.

I’m not sure that the actual task is going to be that interesting, but at the same time, I’m ready to just find out what we need to do and get Ravet. He’s been at the forefront of my mind every minute of every day since I was ten years old—the day I met him.

Pressing my lips together, I roll them a few times, then let out a sigh as I take my phone out of my pocket. Powering it on, I wait to see if there is a message from Emmie. I don’t know why I decided to turn it off today. I didn’t need to, but at the same time, I wanted to be unreachable. When I start the car, I am surprised to see that there are zero notifications.

Backing out of my spot, I toss my phone in the passenger seat and then head toward home. It doesn’t take me long to get there, and as I climb the staircase, I wonder if this is the way things are supposed to be.

For whatever asinine reason, I can’t seem to get Lucille off my mind. She was the first woman I was with after escaping Ravet. I clung to her in a way that I never have, before or after.

She is part of me and always will be. I wasn’t ready for the things I felt for her then. Maybe that’s why I can’t seem to let her go. Because she is so special to the man I was and helped shape the man I am today.

I was just getting Securus started when we met. The guys and I were very much trying to get our shit together. We were all a mess, but she accepted us for who and what we were then. Lucille is special, and I will never not keep her close and a watchful eye on her—always.

Locking my front door behind me, I move toward my home office and use my thumbprint to unlock the door. I slip inside and close it behind me, then wait for the dead bolt to click into place.

Only then do I power on my computer and open my file. It’s the past, and while I don’t like to open it up and look inside of it, sometimes it needs to be done. Sometimes, I need the reminder of the cruel hand that life gave to me and why Ravet and whoever were his allies need to die.

And they do.

Slowly, painfully.

The first picture I click on is of me and five other boys. We were all between the ages of ten and twelve. Those boys are now the men who I call my brothers. But we didn’t even know one another at this time.

This was our initiation. It was supposed to be a job, a way for a better life. We were promised a dozen different things, and yet all we were given was pain. Copious amounts of pain.

The next photo is of us again, except the next year. You can see the light in our eyes has dulled. Our worlds are dark. They’re ugly and consumed by deep, invisible scars. The next year, those scars become visible, at least if we take off our clothes. They line our backs.

Now, they are covered in tattoos and can only be felt. The year after that, there are scars on the front, also now covered in tattooed markings. Each year that passes in the photos, the six of us look harder and older.

In the last picture, I’m eighteen years old. It’s only two months before I meet Lucille. We all left, walked away, and for whatever reason, we were not taken back. Maybe it was because they knew we would never be believed if we tried to go to the authorities. Maybe because we’d all grown up and couldn’t physically be controlled any longer.

Maybe because we were no longer useful to them; we were men now. Plus, I’m pretty sure that Ravet felt confident he would be safe from us. And he would seem to be correct since it’s been a decade, and we’re still looking for him.

Perhaps it’s because they knew that the police wouldn’t just not believe us, but they probably had the whole department in their back pocket. I don’t know, because we never thought to try it out.

However, nobody can hide forever.

And we’ve made it our business, literally, to search for, protect, and find people. I will find him and whoever isassociated with him, and I will kill them. Just when I’m about to look at the next photo, my phone alerts me to someone in front of my door.

Touching the surveillance icon, I smile at the sight of Emmie. She’s just come from work, wearing a dress that I can’t wait to lift and fuck her in. I have some serious pent-up frustrations that I need to get out, and she’s the closest one for that mission.

Closing down my computer, I leave my office, ensuring that the door locks behind me, and then I make my way toward the front door.

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