Page 25 of Vengeful Union

Rage coils in the pit of my stomach, ready to strike at any moment.

"While I took Hammersmith to our doc to get Sierra patched up, Bannon fled, and no one has been able to find him. He's in the wind."

My jaw clenches. "The fucker had better pray he stays hidden. The moment he resurfaces, I want him. He's a dead man walking, Alex. Make it known. Spread that shit far and wide. Bannon now has a bounty on his head. He's to be brought in alive. Half-a-million dollars."

Alex gives me his shark's grin. "I'm on it, boss. I'll also call Hammersmith and let him know. He may want to be present when you dish out justice."

I say nothing. I'm livid. In fucking shock that anyone could miss and shoot a fucking child just for the fucking fun of it.

"At least we know he's not a cop. There's no fucking way."

I nod in agreement. "Which means Bannon has a grudge against me or this family."

Alex nods. "I agree. We need to find out exactly who Bannon is and what he wants. We should have known. There's no way anyone names their fucking child Bannon."

I smirk. "Spread the word," I grunt, as I move toward the door. "Let the men know. I want them on alert."

He nods. "I'm on it," he assures me. "Don't worry, we'll find him."

I don't answer him. Right now, anger is rolling through my body. My feet move, and before I realize it, I'm standing outside Destiny's door. Opening it, I'm assaulted by the aromatic scent of her soap—floral, fresh, and tempting.

I've never had such a physical reaction. Never had such a strong urge to fuck someone, to have them ride me hard. I'm barely hanging on to my control. This young girl has me tied up in knots, and I'm not sure what to do about it.

Fuck her? Release her? My mind won't stop racing. I have other things that are more pressing than mulling over what to do with Destiny.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in," she comments as soon as I step into her room. "Kidnapped anyone else?"

That's another thing about this girl. She doesn't give a fuck that I could snap her neck without a thought. She just gives me attitude whenever she wants. I find it endearing, utterly fuckable.

"Not yet. I haven't had my fill of you yet, have I?" I taunt her with a raised brow.

Her lips twist in disgust. "Told you, Psycho Boy, that's never going to happen."

She’s dressed in a tight yellow dress that falls just above her knees, showing off those toned, tanned legs that go on for miles. Her breasts are plump against the neckline of the dress, showing off a tantalizing amount of cleavage. I tasked one of my men with getting her some clothes, and fuck… they picked the sexiest fucking things they could find.

I grit my teeth. "Little girl, I've warned you about calling me that."

She just grins. And she calls me a fucking psycho? She's crazy.

"Would you like to go outside?" She's been cooped up in this house since she told me about what Georgina did to her.

Who the fuck tries to drown their twelve-year-old cousin?

Her eyes widen a fraction. "I don't buy the good guy routine you have going on."

I laugh. She shouldn't. There's so fucking much I want from her and none of it is even in the slightest bit innocent.

"Come on, princess..." I taunt, holding out a hand. She merely stares at it without blinking. "Or are you scared?"

Her eyes flash with indignation. She juts out her chin. "Scared of what, exactly?"

I smirk at her. She's great at putting on a front. Her hand slides into mine, and my cold heart slowly thaws. I lead her from her room and head outside.

"God, it's so pretty here," she says low, but I hear her just fine.

"It's peaceful."

She nods. "It is. I really like it. The tranquility is something I rarely get to witness. My life is chaotic. Has been since my mom died."

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