Page 7 of When He Hunts

His friend—looking suddenly way sober—stared with wide eyes. The friend looked like he might faint—or vomit—any moment.

“You can’t kidnap her!” Pre-med yelled. He was fumbling with his phone. Probably intending to dial nine-one-one.

Ronan headed for the driver’s side. He opened the door. Kept the gun on the men. “You can’t kidnap a dead woman.”

The two guys gaped at him.

“You can’t save one, either.” Ronan shrugged and then slid into the car. He kept his gun on the men a moment longer. “But it was really nice of you to try.” Interesting to know that there were still a few good people in the world. Too bad they’d arrived too late to save Luna Black. If only they’d been the ones to meet her near Jackson Square.

Instead, he’d been there. For just a moment, he’d played the hero for Luna.

And then he’d been her killer.

I can still taste her. Still feel her. Sweet and lush.

He lowered the gun. Slammed the door. A moment later, the Benz’s engine growled to life, and he shot through the streets of New Orleans.

His prey was in the trunk.

Luna Black. Current target. A woman who’d had a very large price on her pretty head.

Sometimes, being a hitman was a walk in the park.

A loud thump came from the trunk.

And sometimes, it’s a real pain in the ass.

It sounded like Luna was already waking up. He hadn’t given her a strong enough dosage. A mistake on his part. He’d have to stop soon and inject her again. Poor Luna.

Unfortunately, some people just did not know how to stay dead.

Chapter Two

He hada dead woman handcuffed in his bed.

She let out a low groan.

Correction a…supposedlydead woman was in his bed. Ronan Walker continued sitting in the chair that he’d strategically placed a few feet from the foot of that bed. The position gave him a perfect view of one Luna Black. His latest target.

The woman he’d killed hours before.

Her long, dark lashes fluttered. Another groan escaped her, and his eyes remained locked on her face. An intriguing face. Not a face that was classically beautiful, he decided. More…sensual. Sharp cheeks. Slightly pointed chin. Straight nose. Full, plump lips. With her long tumble of black hair, she had a slightly witchy appearance. As in, a wicked witch who starred in men’s fantasies. Sexy and dangerous and she?—

Her eyes opened.

Green. Emerald. Quite stunning in their intensity. He hadn’t been able to see that intensity in the darkness of the New Orleans streets. But now, well, Luna might just have the most amazing eyes that he’d ever seen.

Only as she stared at him, her emerald gaze quickly filled with horror. Her lush mouth parted. Actually, it more dropped open. He expected her to scream. They were far enough away from civilization that she could scream her heart out, and he’d be the only person who heard her cries. A benefit of having a place in the bayou. Easy to dump bodies and hide victims. Not that he was going to mention that bit of information to Luna just yet.

She jerked upright in bed. She tried to lunge forward, but the handcuff around her right wrist hauled her back. One cuff had been placed around her right wrist, and the other had been locked around the railing of the old brass bed.

Her head whipped toward the handcuff. First to the one bound to her wrist, then to the one locked to the bed. In the next instant, her head snapped back toward him.“You.”

He nodded. “Me.” Ronan continued his relaxed pose. He’d taken off his suit coat. He still wore the black vest he’d had beneath it, but he’d rolled up the sleeves of his white dress shirt. Ronan spared a glance at the watch on his left wrist. She’d been out for a little over four hours. He’d started to vaguely worry.I hadn’t wanted to give her that second dose, but when she’d started to kick the lid of the trunk, I didn’t have an option. Couldn’t let a dead woman attract more attention than she already had.

Not that he really minded the Tulane guys seeing him. They would have run to the cops with their story. Given a good description of him and poor, dead Luna. Their story would just be extra coverage for her murder.

As far as the rest of the world was concerned, Luna Black—former drama teacher, budding entrepreneur—had been murdered. Her body would not be recovered. She would not be seen again. Just another tragic case.

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