Page 61 of Hunter

He picked up on the first ring, his voice as calm and cold as ever. “Tell me you don’t need me to bail you out of jail,” he asked in the way of greeting.

I rolled my eyes. “Micah, I need your help.”

“I’ll be right there,” he answered without hesitation, hanging up.

I waited in my apartment for about twenty minutes before there was a knock on the door. I sprang to my feet and opened it to my brother’s expressionless face.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I need you to come with me and keep watch as I deal with a fucker.”

He frowned slightly. “You need me for that? Prison must have softened you, little brother.”

I leveled a glare at him. “I don’t need you for that. I need you for what comes after. We would need to get rid of the body, and unlike the last time, I need to ensure there won’t be any witnesses around.”

I wasn’t going back to prison, no matter what, and if it meant doing things a little more carefully, then so be it.

He nodded. “Let’s go.”

I smiled, knowing that my brother was game. If I needed to get rid of a body, Micah was the person I turned to for help, considering that was literally in his job description as the club’s enforcer.

I moved out of the apartment, and it wasn’t until we got to the elevator that he spoke again. “You gonna tell me who’s in your apartment right now?”

I looked at him sideways. “How do you know there is someone in the apartment?”

He scoffed. “Because you would have invited me in. And there’s a woman’s scent in there. Some perfume or shit.”

“What are you, a hound?” I asked.

He shot me a wolfish smile.

I looked straight ahead before I answered him. “She’s mine.” And it was as simple as it sounded.

Ryleigh Hudson was mine, whether she—or the rest of the world—knew it or not.

So far, no one knew it, not even the girl sleeping in my bed. But that would change soon enough.

I didn’t miss the attraction I’d seen on her face.

The moment she turned those big gray eyes my way, I knew I was fucking done for.

Fuck me, but I wanted to drown in them.

How unfortunate for her, to become my greatest obsession.

What was more, I was gonna make her mine. And in this life? What was mine stayed mine.

I still wanted to watch her. I couldn’t imagine there to be a time when I didn’t want to watch her, when I didn’t just naturally gravitate toward her. I just wanted to do it with her by my side. Wanted to do it in the capacity where there was no doubt in her mind just who she completely belonged to.

I was going to own her.

This wasn’t about lust, though admittedly, it was there.

I had felt my dick stirring in the confinements of my jeans when she finally settled her gaze on me. Had almost come in my pants when her lips parted as she let out a startled gasp, her eyes taking me in as if I was her next meal.

Fuck, but just looking at her like this had me imagining what she would be like on her knees in front of me while I fucked her mouth roughly…

I shook away the imagery. The last thing I needed was to get a fucking hard-on in the elevator with my brother.

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