Page 36 of Hunted Vengeance

Fuck him for making me marry his daughter

And then fuck him for taking her away from me.

One week until the wedding.All I’ve done the past two weeks is follow Adriano around. The only thing I’ve discovered about him is that he’s a gigantic fucking asshole, which I already knew.

He’s also fucking the lady in charge of the wedding planning. That lady, Marina, is in love with him, or at least the idea of him. I took some pictures of her in her office when she was doodling his name on a piece of paper.

It’s sad, really, because that girl will never be more than an easy fuck. But at the same time, she’s planning a wedding for my wife to marry another man, so I’m not sure I give much of a fuck about her in the long run.

But other than him fucking the planner and eventually fucking her over, I have nothing. I have zero leads on Colette. Nothing. I even did a little surveillance on the guy who had been guarding her. It didn’t matter. Because I’ve found absolutely fucking nothing.

Lifting my hand to my forehead, I rub it a few times. I’ve never been this bad at finding someone in my life, and it’s my fucking wife. Just when I’m about to give up completely, my phone makes a noise. Looking down, I arch a brow—an incoming email.

When I click on the email icon, I am surprised to see that Lucille has responded to my message. It’s been a few weeks, so I wasn’t sure whether she was actually working on it or not. I wasn’t even sure if she was going to tell Theron or not, but I assume if she had, he’d have already called me about it.

To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject: COLETTE STEELE

Merrick,

Adriano Bellucci is the scum of the earth. That being said, all I could find was money laundering, which I’m ready to completely fuck up. I also found some offshore accounts. Again, I can completely fuck those up, too.

I can’t find Colette. I wish I could have found something about her in the research, but I have nothing.

Adriano wants to go into politics. He’s been setting up meetings with officials. He wants to get started with the city council. Other than that, I don’t have much else. I’m pretty sure he’s paying someone to scrub him from everything—everywhere.

If I come across anything else, I’ll let you know. Want me to do anything with my info?

-Lucille

I laugh to myself. Lucille would ask if I wanted her to do something with the information that she sent me. And if I were a bigger person, I would say no. But I’m not. I’m not a bigger person at all.

Chewing on my bottom lip, I release it as I lift my gaze to the limestone house across the street from me. What the fuck am I going to tell Lucille? She’s crazy enough to do whatever it is that I give her the green light to do, so I have to make sure it’s not going to get either of us arrested or killed.

I decide to sit on it for a minute.

A long minute.

Starting my engine, I leave the limestone home and head back to the hotel. I’m not sure what I’m going to do. My heart says fuck him over immediately, hard and fast, but my brain is telling me to wait… or well, Boden’s voice is telling me to stop.

Once I’m at the hotel, I make my way up to my room and flop down on the sofa. Dropping my head backward, I close my eyes and let out a frustrated growl. I don’t know what the fuck to do, and I don’t think I’ve ever been so goddamn conflicted in my whole life.

About anything… and right now, I’m conflicted by everything.

Colette. Adriano. Annulment. Wedding.

All of it.

COLETTE

Sittingon the edge of the bed, I look down at my feet. It’s been three weeks since I was brought here. Three weeks, and I haven’t left this room. Thankfully, it’s been three weeks since I have seen Malcolm. The first night, he stayed here, taunting me with the key to my collar.

Then he left.

I breathed a sigh of relief but then realized that I was here alone with no food or anything to drink. The next day, a man came to the door. Thankfully, he was bearing food, and as much as I wanted to turn my nose up, I was starving and thirsty.

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