Page 24 of Theirs to Hunt
“I don’t know I want her to be pliant. I think she’s perfect the way she is.”
I hum thoughtfully.
He isn’t wrong.
It’s somethingto consider.
But now, it’s back to the hunt.
“Now?” I say, eyes still on the street below.
“Now we let her believe she’s safe. That she’s out of the woods.”
I glance over at my son.
“And when she looks over her shoulder and finds only us, she won’t run. She’ll fall.”
I pause.
“Oh, and Brooks, send a message. I don’t want her doing anything alone.”
Brooks laughs, a warm, dark sound.
“I’m on it.”
We exchange a look, equal parts pride and possession.
As soon as Brooks found her, the planning began.
We purchased a home to share in the Garden District.
It’s secluded, elegant, and designed for her.
A sprawling, private estate with a parklike backyard.
We bought every house on the block, too.
Security will occupy the others.
No one will hear our little fawn as she flees or fights, except us.
Most women tear men apart.
Stir up jealousy.
Power plays.
Weakness.
She won’t.
She’ll pull us together.
She’ll give us purpose.
That’s how I know she is ours.
Chapter twenty-two
