Page 28 of When He Hunts

And finally nail his ass to the wall.

Provided, of course, they could find the stash. In Ronan’s experience, the perps like Marcus always kept their precious mementos tucked away in an ever-so-secret spot.

The faint growl of an approaching engine had Ronan tensing. His head tilted toward the sound. Definitely a car. One coming his way.

His borrowed cabin was the only one in this particular area of the bayou. He certainly hadn’t thought any visitors would be coming his way…

Fuck.

Was he really going to have to start his day by killing some bastard?

The growl of the engine grew louder.

Sure looks that way.

It wasKurt’s lucky fucking day. And normally, he didn’t have lucky days. He’d never been lucky, or he wouldn’t be working for his prick of a cousin now.He’dbe the one calling the shots, instead of following orders and cleaning up the messes that Marcus left behind. Marcus was truly a messy, bloody bastard.

But this time, luck was on his side. That beautiful, sweet lady.

Because he’d been driving into the freaking swamp or bayou or whatever the hell it was, he’d been cursing and grumbling and wiping sleep from his eyes and thinking he’d never find Ronan Walker’s hiding spot and then…like a gift from above…

He’d spotted the other car in front of him. Just a quick glint of light on metal as the sunlight hit the vehicle before it turned. But, he’d seen it, and he’d decided to follow the bastard. Why not?

Not like there were a ton of options out there, and he’d wondered if maybe he’d just gotten lucky.

So he stayed far back. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, and when the other vehicle stopped near a ramshackle cabin, he stopped, too. Stopped far enough away that he wouldn’t be spotted by the other driver.

“Holy fuck,” Kurt breathed. He’d just hit pay dirt. Because according to the news story he’d picked up, some frat guys had seen Ronan Walker dump Luna Black’s body into the trunk of a dark BMW.

A dark BMW was partially hidden under the nearby slope of a willow tree. He could see it from his tucked away position.

My lucky day.

Only…

The driver he’d been following climbed from his vehicle while Kurt continued to watch and wait.That bastard is big and scary and…hold up. Is he heading right for my prey?“Shit,” he whispered. Was this one of Ronan’s buddies? Because Kurt had come alone, on the boss’s orders.

He was either staring at one of Ronan’s friends—and that would be highly problematic or…

Or are you also someone who came to eliminate the prick that is Ronan Walker?

Kurt pulled out his gun. The weight felt good in his hands.

Time to kill some bastards and get back to Bourbon Street.He’d had one hell of a time the night before. Friend of Ronan’s or foe, well, Kurt would just kill the big bastard. Didn’t matter how big you were, a bullet to the back of the head would take you right out. And Kurt did enjoy sneaking up on his prey.

Luna hadno choice but to put back on her black bra and panties—and Ronan’s oversized shirt. It was either wear the same items or try to use the thread-bare towel to cover herself as she went out and faced off with her new guard.

She’d gone with the borrowed shirt over the towel. At least the shirt provided more coverage.

Her wet hair trailed over her shoulders as she pulled open the bathroom door.

He looked like he wanted to eat me alive.

Yes, it had been steamy in the bathroom, but there had been no mistaking the expression on Ronan’s face and in his bright gaze. He’d wanted her.

Meanwhile, she didn’t know what to do about the needs and emotions swirling inside of her.

Just tell me that you’re a Fed. Don’t let me think I’m lusting after someone who is evil in his core.Her instincts told her that she was right about him. And Grayson had vouched for Ronan, so that had to mean he was good. Or at least, it had to mean that Ronan wasn’t the devil incarnate.

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