Page 24 of Torment

Chapter 7

The second Hunter stormed out of the office he regretted every word he’d just said. Those words never should have come out of his mouth, but they had. And the worst part? It felt fucking good blaming someone. All these years he had no one to pin the blame on but himself. He kept convincing himself that if he didn’t agree to run away with Blue, she never would have been in the car on her way to him, and then she never would have died in that crash. But now he knew that wasn’t what happened. That wasn’t what happened at all.

Hunter flung open the front door and stepped outside. It felt like he was rotting from the inside, like the blood flowing through his veins was toxic, infected with lies and pain. Too much was happening all at once. First there was Scarlet and finding out she was Blue’s sister. Then it was her dad storming into Adam’s house…

Adam’s house. Fuck.

He pulled out his phone and dialed Adam’s number.

“Hello, Goldilocks.”

“Adam, where you at?”

“I’m at my house in Winnetka, actually.”

Fuck.

“Shit. Adam, about your house—”

“It’s awesome. I know. But next time, please make sure you replace all the damn tequila you took. You know I love that shit, and I was quite pissed when I got here and my stash wasdepleted.”

What the fuck?

Hunter turned to face the house. “So, everything is fine, then? Apart from your tequila stash?”

“Yeah. Well, that and the fact that I replaced my bed sheets. I don’t know what kind of kinky shit you did with that woman who clearly needs a fucking leash.”

Hunter let out a breath as he pulled his hands through his hair. “Well…that’s great, then.”

“Dude, you sure everything’s okay?”

“Yeah. Like I said, nothing I can’t handle.”

After a few seconds of silence, Adam said, “Hunter, just let me know if you need my help, okay?”

And that right there was proof that the world class douche Hunter called his best friend indeed had a heart beneath all those layers of douche baggery.

“I will. Thanks, Adam.”

“Oh, and Hunter?”

“Yeah?”

“I hope you enjoyed my Bugatti, man, ’cause you ain’t never driving that car again.”

Hunter snorted. “Got it.”

When he hung up, the front door opened and Riggs came walking out.

“Should have guessed you guys have clean-up crews.” Hunter placed his phone back in his pocket.

But Riggs didn’t reply. He just kept on walking toward Hunter with what looked like fucking murder in his eyes. Hunter realized this just a little too late and the next thing he knew, Riggs punched him in the face.

When Hunter tasted blood, he flipped. Launching himself at Riggs, he slammed right into his gut, sending him back first into a SUV. Riggs grabbed ahold of Hunter’s waist and started pounding into his side before Hunter kicked him in the gut with his knee.

Fists were flying, rage was boiling…and they were about to kill each other.

Hunter had wanted to put a fist through Riggs’s face ever since he saw the guy. Especially after he saw the way Riggs looked at Scarlet. He could recognize that kind of look anywhere.

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