Page 82 of Torment

The vivid image of Brent doing the unthinkable to Scarlet infected his mind, causing every drop of blood flowing through his veins to pump more determination into him to find her.

Hunter made a mental note to burn the fucking barn down after all this was over and turned to James. “How do we get in?”

James shrugged, and then someone answered, “Through here.”

Both of them looked to the right, and when Hunter saw who it was, he lost it.

“You son of a bitch!”

Hunter launched forward, running toward Colton, his fists already balled.

“Hunter, stop!” James yelled, but Hunter ignored him. All he wanted to do was to break the little shit’s neck.

Colton reared back as Hunter started to swing his arm, aiming for Colton’s face. When Hunter missed, he was suddenly tackled to the ground.

“Stop!” James tried to get a good enough hold on Hunter.

“I’m going to kill him!” Hunter yelled, his vision pure crimson.

“Hunter, calm the fuck down.”

“Are you insane?” Hunter continued to thrash until James could no longer keep him down. When Hunter got off the ground, he glared at James, who was standing next to Colton. “He betrayed us. If it wasn’t for him, Scarlet would be safe right now.”

“I know,” Colton said hesitantly. “And I’m sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t cut it.”

“I had no choice, Hunter.”

“Like hell you didn’t.” Hunter wanted to launch himself at the fucker again, but James jumped in between them.

“Listen. We can either stay out here and kill each other, or we can find a way to get to my daughter.”

Hunter didn’t take his eyes off Colton. He wanted to break the fucker’s neck before cracking his spine in half. But James was right. This was not the time. Getting to Scarlet was all that mattered.

James turned to Colton. “Can you get us in?”

He nodded. “Follow me.”

As Colton walked by, Hunter grabbed him around his neck and started squeezing, pulling him closer.

“If anything happens to her, if they so much as touch a hair on her fucking head, I will tear you apart inch by fucking inch.” He squeezed some more, but Colton didn’t make a sound. He didn’t even attempt to loosen Hunter’s grip around his throat.

“Hunter, let him go,” James ordered.

With a glare from hell, promising a profound amount of pain in the very near future, Hunter gave one last squeeze just for good measure before letting go of Colton’s neck and shoving him backward.

Colton coughed as he sucked in a breath, and just glared at Hunter without saying a word.Good boy.Hunter was so close to snapping his fucking neck that if the bastard even attempted to open his damn mouth, Hunter would lose it.

When Colton finally caught his breath and straightened, the somber expression on his ugly face gave Hunter the chills.

“What the fuck is going on, Riggs?” Hunter demanded.

Colton glanced from him to James. “It’s Rex.”

James stepped up. “What about him?”

“He’s doing what he does best.”

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