Page 14 of Sinfully Mine

“I will. It’s a promise.”

“But I’m on the task force. They’re counting on me to see this through, Hunter.”

I understood her dilemma, but that didn’t mean she had to be the one to risk her safety or her life.

“And I’m telling you, it’s not happening. You’re not getting anywhere near those sick motherfuckers. I won’t lose you.”

“Is that what you think? That I’ll get taken?”

“I think they want Dolly, and they won’t stop until they take her.”

Her expression faltered. “How else are we going to catch them all? It’s like a hydra, Hunter. You cut off one head, and another appears. It’s a vicious monster that won’t stop regenerating. They’re always one step ahead.”

“I know, baby. I get it. I’ve dealt with traffickers in the past.”

I wished I could tell her how the club and our Reapers took down those motherfuckers and reaped their wretched souls. She’d understand better. I could protect her without having to join forces with the FBI or police.

“You know how important this work is then.”

“I do,” I acknowledged, “but it doesn’t change my opinion. You’re not going back to that miserable job that you hate.”

Her eyes widened. “You’ve been watching me at work.”

“Just today. It only took a minute for me to see how much you didn’t want to be there.” I slid my hands over her hips, tugging her over my knee. The warmth of her core rested on my thigh. “Tell me what’s so important about that building.”

“Most of the missing girls have been patients at the clinic on the upper floor. They all saw the same two OBGYNs.”

“Then you think the docs are in on it.”

“We have to prove it first.”

I cupped the back of her neck, keeping her in place as my lips trailed open-mouthed kisses along her neck and up her jawline. “Are you a cop?”

“No.”

“An FBI agent?”

“No way.”

“Then an informant,” I guessed.

“Yes,” she answered, a bit breathless.

“Why did they pick you?”

“My best friend’s sister is one of the missing girls.”

Fuck. “I’m sorry, Gracey girl.”

“That’s a new one.”

“What is?”

“You calling me Gracey girl.”

“As soon as I saw you, it stuck in my head. You’re my gamer chick. My naughty seductress. And yeah, my Gracey girl,” I murmured, returning to her mouth to capture it in soft, controlled kisses.

“You’re not winning, you know.”

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