Page 13 of Regret

Chapter 5

The wordsfuckandmewere the only two words going through Hunter’s mind as he watched Scarlet speed away on her black-and-white Kawasaki Ninja 300.

A fucking Kawasaki Ninja 300.

Was it weird that Hunter had a hard-on the size of fucking Texasafterbeing in a potentially dangerous situation where someone could have been seriously hurt or—if Hunter’s suspicions were correct—kidnapped? Probably.

But Jesus Christ, he couldn’t help it. Hearing the sound of that engine and knowing the power that woman was able to handle between her legs was making him think of hard fuckery that had a person sweating like a farm animal within seconds. Scarlet Woods was nothing like the woman he imagined he would find. The way she fought back when she was being attacked, and the fact that she was able to handle a huge-ass blow to the face like that made Hunter think this wasn’t her first run-in with these fuckers. No woman was that tough without a reason. She knew how to fight, how to push back pain in order to survive, and that made him even more suspicious about what really was going on.

Hunter heard a groan behind him and turned around to see one of the fuckers whose face he just smashed in try to get up.

He moved toward the groaning idiot with the swollen eye and broken nose, determined to get some answers out of him. “I believe you’re going to tell me what just happened here.”

The man stood up straight and wiped at the blood below his nose with his sleeve. “You made a mistake here, Keaton.”

Instantly, Hunter felt all sorts of alarm bells going off inside his head. “How the fuck do you know who I am?”

The guy smiled with blood stained teeth. “Do you really think he would give you this job without keeping tabs on you?”

“Who? Wolfe?” Hunter took another step forward.

“Who the fuck else?”

“Why?”

The guy spat out some blood before wiping his mouth. “I’m not telling you shit.”

Now that was exactly the opportunity Hunter was waiting for. The golden opportunity to show this asshole exactly who he was fucking with.

Hunter launched forward, grabbed the guy by his collar, and within seconds the son of bitch was eating gravel. “Talk.”

“Fuck you.”

Hunter pushed harder, squeezing the guy’s face deeper into the asphalt. “What’s your name, sport?”

“Blow me.”

“Okay,Blow Me. Talk, or you’ll be tasting fucking gravel for the next ten years.”

“I’m not telling—”

Hunter pulled the guy’s head up by his hair and slammed his face back onto the ground, hearing the distinct sound of teeth cracking. “Would you like to be eating your food through a straw from here on out?”

The guy didn’t answer.

Hunter pushed harder. “Ten seconds before your teeth become one with the road, man.”

“Fine,” the guy gritted out. “Okay, I’ll talk.”

“Great.”

Hunter lifted him up by his shirt. “Why is Wolfe keeping tabs on me?”

“Do you really think he would trust anyone when it comes to her?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

Blow Me snorted. “Let’s just say she’s very special to him.”

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