Page 49 of The Devil's Hunt

"Nice to meet you, Mila," Theo said with a charming smile. His voice had a subtle edge to it, like the melody of a hauntingly beautiful song. "Archer has told me so much about you."

I couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity in Theo's presence, as if I had known him for far longer than mere moments. It was as if he carried a piece of Archer within him, an echo of the man who held me tightly against his chest. Archer tensed, wrapping an arm around me protectively. My body naturally leaned into him out of exhaustion, or perhaps the desire to be closer to him, I didn't know. But I cherished the possessive hold Archer had on me, even in front of his brothers, with his cum dripping down my thighs.

"Hold on tight," he said, starting the four-wheeler and revving the engine as it roared to life. I gripped him tightly, feeling his muscles flex as he maneuvered through the thicket of trees. The wind whipped through my hair as we raced toward the manor.

As we descended from the highest point of the forest, I caught a glimpse of their mansion in the distance. I found myself impressed with towering columns and a sprawling lawn from this vantage point. As we emerged from the trees, I took in the horizon, and a sense of awe washed over me. The sky was painted with vibrant hues of pink and orange, and the sun was rising, casting a warm golden glow across the landscape. It was breathtaking. After everything that had happened last night, it felt like I was seeing the world and its beauty for the first time.

The colors were more vibrant.

The smells were stronger.

And Archer's touch made me feel more alive than ever before. Somehow, I felt more whole than I ever had in my life.

The four-wheeler stopped near the entrance, and Theo gracefully dismounted his dirt bike, throwing me a boyish grin while Kai gave me a half salute before they walked inside.

Archer guided me off the four-wheeler, carrying me inside.

"I have legs, you know," I told him.

"I know."

"I can walk."

"Not right now, you can't," he replied, walking up the stairs like he would take me to his bedroom, then making a left.

The last time I was here, I didn't stick around to take in the view, but this time I wasawake. Part of me felt overwhelmed by the opulence before me. The marble floors gleamed under the crystal chandelier that hung from the ceiling, casting rainbows across the room. Ornate paintings adorned every wall, and plush velvet furniture filled the living area.

"It's beautiful," I whispered in awe.

He chuckled at my reaction.

Archer's family was well-known for their wealth and power, and I’d heard rumors of their lavish parties and extravagant lifestyle. But I had also heard darkness lingered beneath the surface of their façade and that the price of being a part of their world was high. Beneath the veneer of grandeur, there were secrets and scandals, and The Brotherhood's front was one that was carefully crafted, hiding their truths behind a veil of luxury and privilege.

"Where are we going?"

"To see Gage."

"I'm fine, Archer," I said, yawning. "I really just want to take a shower and go to sleep."

"You can after he throws a couple stitches in that laceration on your leg."

"But it's almost stopped bleeding."

Archer ignored my protests as he carried me down a dimly lit hallway adorned with ornate paintings and antique furniture. The air was heavy with the scent of old wood and faded memories. We reached a wooden door at the end of the corridor, and he gently pushed it open. The room beyond was a stark contrast to the magnificence of the mansion. It was a small, well-equipped medical room with sterile, white walls and a clean, stainless steel table in the center. It almost felt out of place when compared to the aesthetic of the rest of the manor.

The Brotherhood's resident doctor, Gage, stood at the table, meticulously arranging various surgical instruments. He turned to face us as we entered, his inquisitive blue eyes assessing my condition with a cool detachment.

"Ah, there you are," Gage glanced up from his work, his expression softening when he saw me. "Bring her over here, Archer."

Archer moved toward the table and gently placed me down on it. Gage approached. "Ah, the damsel in distress," he said with a smirk.

"She was no damsel in distress," Archer told him. The admiration in his gaze made my heart flutter, and I felt a surge of warmth spread through me.

Gage chuckled, his hands moving deftly as he examined the two wounds on my leg. "No, I can see that," he agreed, his tone laced with amusement. "Archer here just likes to play the knight in shining armor." He smiled teasingly at Archer, who rolled his eyes in response.

He examined the laceration on my leg with a practiced eye, humming thoughtfully. "Do I even want to know what you did to get this?"

"Why don't you ask Archer and the other two knuckleheads who think it's a good idea to drug college girls, tie them up, then release them to be hunted like it's the fucking hunger games," I teased.

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