Page 57 of Moments of Madness (The Hunters)

She isn’t moving.

Shit!

“Nancy,” I whisper shakily. I attempt to get to her, wanting to reach out, but my hands are still tied, and my leg is hurting so much that the second I put pressure on it, more tears spring to my already leaking eyes.

“She was a tough old nut. The bitch wouldn’t give us any information,” Hobs says with a hint of respect in his tone.

And then I realize where we are.

We’re at Kyson’s, in his driveway.

Does he know we’re here?

Does he know Nancy is dead in his driveway?

“Call him and tell him you’re here.” Hob’s holds out my phone, but I can’t take my gaze off Nancy because her eyes are open and blank.

Oh God, I hope she didn’t suffer.

Hobs looks at the jerk with him. “Untie her hands.” The other guy does as Hobs orders. As soon as my hand is free, he grips the back of my shirt—Kyson’s shirt—and holds me in place.

“Take the phone, Kalilah, and don’t fuck around.”

I look away from Nancy.

Poor Nancy.

Wiping at my tears, I reach for the phone.

And as I do, Hobs grips my wrist.

“Careful what you say. You don’t want to end up like this old lady now, do you?” He nods to Nancy before he removes his hand from my wrist. I pull the phone closer and unlock it. Kyson showed me how to use it and made me memorize his number. I have no numbers stored due to my worries about this type of situation happening.

I type in his number and press call.

Kyson answers on the first ring. “Kalilah,” he breathes out. “Where are you?”

Hobs takes my phone and puts it on speaker. “Tell him where you are,” Hobs says, loud enough for Kyson to hear.

“I’m out front,” I whisper.

The phone goes dead instantly.

Hobs pulls me directly in front of him—the damn coward—as we face the door. I watch as it swings open, Kyson standing there in only a pair of jeans which are hanging low on his hips. His eyes land on me first before they scan the surrounding area. It’s then he sees Nancy. His nostrils flare before his gaze comes back to me.

“Where is he?” Hobs demands.

Kyson walks down the stairs slowly. They don’t think he’s a threat because he looks harmless with nowhere to hide a weapon.

That is one hundred percent a mistake on their part.

“Where is he?” Hobs shouts.

“He is about to be dead, thanks to you,” Kyson says calmly, eyes locked on Hobs behind me. “And if you don’t care to join him, I would suggest you remove your hands from Kalilah.” He stops just out of reach from me.

Hobs scoffs. “You must think I’m stupid. Do you not know who I am?”

“And you mustn’t have done your research to see whose house you just rolled up to.” Kyson stands there relaxed as if this is all nothing to him. “Nice to meet you. I’m Kyson…” he pauses. “Kyson Hunter.”

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