Page 4 of The Truths We Seek

“Do whatever is needed to keep him alive, money isn’t an issue. Keep him alive.” I put the phone on speaker and text Rory and Hunter, telling them to meet me at the entrance now.

“We will endeavor to do our best. You should know he had lost a lot of blood before the ambulance got to him—”

“I understand, just do what you need to. I’m on my way.” I disconnect the call and head back inside, ignoring the people that call out to me. I head toward the table, finding Rory sitting there, standing as he reads his phone. He looks up, sees me, and nods, pausing until I get there.

“What happened?” he asks as he grabs his jacket off of the back of his chair while I grab Quinn’s bag from under her seat.

“Tommy’s in the hospital. He was shot. We need to get there, now.”

He nods, pulling his phone from his pocket. “David, good, get to Tommy’s place. Find out what the fuck is going on and report back.”

Without waiting for a response, he ends the call.

“Where the fuck is Hunter?” I grunt as I check my phone again. I told him to meet me at the entrance, so I’m being unreasonable, but I do not like not knowing what’s going on.

We reach the entrance and find the media presence has all but disappeared, off getting food before people leave, most likely, but Hunter and Quinn aren’t here.

Rory checks his phone and pales.

“What the fuck now?”

“It’s Quinn. She’s not here.”

My phone pings the next second and Hunter’s name is on the screen.

Hunter

Help. Bathroom.

My brow furrows, but my feet are moving before I can say a word. I slam the door to the bathroom by the entrance open and the world tilts for a second.

“Fuck! Rory, call an ambulance!”

I rush to Hunter’s side, ripping my jacket off and placing it on his body, applying pressure as much as I can. There are too many fucking wounds. Rory enters the room, phone at his ear, and kneels on Hunter’s other side, trying to staunch the bleeding that I can’t reach.

“Trent. Took her.” Hunter splutters, blood trickling from his mouth. “Get her.”

CHAPTER THREE

HUNTER

“Oh, Angel, I’ll let you devour me good and right, don’t you worry. I wouldn’t dream of denying you. Now how about you head to the bathroom, the one just as we came in, and wait for me. I won’t be long.”

Quinn stares at me, wide-eyed, for a heartbeat, a smile playing on my lips as I hold her gaze, wondering if she’ll take the challenge.

As she lifts her brownie to her plump lips, I stifle a groan, thinking about them around my cock. She pats at her mouth with a napkin, winks at me, then stands and walks away without a word.

I stare as she sashays away from me, biting my lip as she puts an extra sway in her hips because she knows I’m watching.

Goddamn that ass is biteable. Fuckable. Slapable.

So peachy you could bounce a dime off it.

Keeping my ass in my seat is difficult, but this is part of the game. The anticipation is half of the fun. Even if my dick is hard as a fucking metal pole beneath this table. Not that I care if anyone sees. I know every single man in here tonight has seen her in that dress and pictured himself fucking her.

Unfortunately for them, they’d lose precious limbs if they tried.

Fortunately for me, I get to have her all to myself. Just as soon as these few minutes pass.

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