Chapter 4 - Hunter

Jessica’s room was being handled with care as I moved to throw open all the windows. It still reeked like sex inside here and I couldn’t help but suppress the urge to punch that prissy fuck in the face for what he did to my Princess. He fucked around with her stepsister behind her back for crying out loud all because Jessica was still waiting to be married to give herself away. Fuck, she was a still a virgin and all I could think of was how she needed a real man like me to show her what it means to be a true woman.

“Hunter.” I whirl around, a frown on my face, to find Mavis staring at me, her blue eyes watching me with mirth.

“We have everything packed away and documented. Nothing of Jonathan’s was taken.” She reports, and I nod.

“Do you know where Jessica went?” I asked, straightening and ready to take my Princess away from here and lock her away in my mansion, where no one can hurt her for the time being.

“I think she went to the last room. The one with a bow on the door.” Mavis answers and I thank her, asking her to supervise any last packing while I go find Jessica. I slowly walk down the hall, curious to see what the room Jessica was hiding in looked like. She said it was broken dreams, but that could be anything for her. She was a hell of an artist as a teen, always painting when not studying away her days. Maybe it was an art room that that bastard of an ex she had made her lock up so she could be the perfect housewife for him. Anger swells inside me, and I stop, taking a deep breath to calm myself before I continue towards the slightly ajar door, gently pushing it open. My breath gets caught in my chest at what I find inside, and it takes everything in me not to rush forward.

A nursery. A god damned nursery greeted me with Jessica sitting in a rocking chair, clutching a soft looking cream bunny plushy in her arms. She wanted to be a mother, had a room planned for a baby to come right away. Gods, she was perfect and that fucker ruined his chance.

“Princess?” I call softly, pushing the door open and slowly stepping inside. She looks up with wide, teary eyes, her face tear-stained as she tries to fight back the sniffles.

“Is packing all done?” She asks and I nod, making my way towards Jessica and kneeling in front of her.

“Everything but this room. Do you want it packed away?” I ask, gently reaching out and wiping away the tears.

“Yes, please.” She whimpers out, burying her face into the cream bunny. My heart breaks at the sight of her, and I impulsively pull her into my arms. She lets me hold her, her face moving from the bunny to the crook of my neck. I feel her tears fall onto my skin and shiver, wanting nothing more than to take her pain away and carry her far from here. Deciding that Jessica could no longer be in this room, I lift her into my arms and carry her out, feeling her curl her body around me. My men say nothing as I bring her out of her house and settle her in my Hummer, telling her I will have Mavis bring her car to my house. Thankfully, Jessica doesn’t argue and I tell her I will be right back, placing a kiss on top of her head and letting my lips linger. I know I am fucked, that as soon as I have her in my home, I will worm my way into her heart. Eric will be pissed at me for wanting to make his daughter my woman, but fuck it. Jessica needs a man, a protector, and it’s about damned time I settled down with a woman like her.

Pulling away, I close the door and slowly make my way inside the house, walking past Colton, who still has Jonathan face down in the lawn. I chuckle, loving the control I have over this priss and happy to know he was watching a real man take everything from him all because he fucked around and hurt the wrong girl.

“Mavis.” I call out, spotting my friend’s wife filming the two trucks that were neatly packed.

“I need you to call another truck and come take some pictures. I got a project we need to do.” I state, motioning her to follow me. She obliges, swaying her hips past Colton as she joins me at the front door and follows me inside. I led her to the nursery, watching her eyes widen at the neat setup before turning to me.

“What you need, boss?” She asks, and I grin.

“Take a picture of how Jessica has this set up, then pack it away as carefully as you can. I want to recreate the room in my mansion when Jessica isn’t looking.” I state, watching her smirk grow.

“Are you planning to make her your wife finally?” Mavis asks, wiping the grin from my face.

“Put a sock in it, Mav. What I do with my Princess is none of your concern.” I retort back, glaring at her.

“Whatever you say, Hunter.” She chuckles out, her smirk a cheeky grin. I ignore her, turning to leave the room when I remember something else.

“Another thing, Jessica left the keys in her car for you. Drive it back to my place when you guys are done. I am going to take my Princess home.” She mock solutes me and I roll my eyes, leaving the nursery behind me. One day Jessica will be a mother, and I will make sure that the babe she births is mine. For now, I will just make sure Jessica is comfortable and that her mother and stepfather can’t get to her after what that priss of an ex and that whore Helen did to my poor Princess.