Lee Hunt Novels & Stories

He asked stepping back, as if he wasn't the one that was just cutting the man into pieces a few minutes ago. The man let out a deep breath as he tried to breath again "Sullivan" he managed to croak out, and Stefano just turned and looked at Spade. Spade clenched his jaw as he already knew who this man was talking about, he lunged forward and ripped the remaining shreds of his clothes away and quickly looked at his unwounded arm, there he saw the symbol he was looking for This man was a trained assassin, from Sullivan, the same Sullivan that sent the hit on Liam and Martineli, what the fuck has he got to do with all this?

I was quick to hire the best investigators money could buy to find him. It took them three days to find him. Might have been less if I had found the patched letter on the floor earlier. Matteo Leone. Pretty boy had a pretty name. He was twenty three years old. There was nothing much on him, except his family and his hidden hobbies. He was bisexual. The folder contained rumors that suggested he was living under his father's thumb. I couldn't fathom how any father could treat their own child like hazardous dirt. So, I had searched for more.

A man stood up and raised his hand. “Sorry, name’s Harvell, alpha of the Everglades pack. What you just said, if it’s all true, why don’t we go for it? Use Lyanna as a weapon.” Leo pointed a finger straight at him. “Watch what you say next.”

Maxwell said. "Rowen is there with her, she will be fine, let's talk about who want her downfall," Mrs. Hunt said. "My daughter is an early-going person," Mrs. Maxwell said. "Common even a newborn baby has an enemy" Mrs. Hunt replied. "You are right, the only person I think is Leo", Mrs. Maxwell said. "Who's Leo?" Mrs. Hunt asked. "He's my husband's private Investigator, he said he's in love with Emma and I believe he can do this" Mrs. Maxwell said.

The elevator doors open, “Have a good day, Miss Blackwood.” “You too, Henry,” I call out as the doors close. “You bake for your doorman?” Luke asks incredulously. “Henry isn’t just a doorman. He’s the sweetest.” Luke narrows his eyes at me, “The sweetest? You and your doorman?” I almost choke, “God no. Henry is married.” I smack his arm, “Minnie is his daughter. She came in one day because Leah, his wife, was sick. It was the school holidays, so he didn’t have much of a choice but to bring her to work.”

As a Hunter, you always had to be on your toes. Situations like this happened often, and most of the time the leeches thought you were just a bystander and they planned to suck you dry. Unbeknownst to them, I was anything but. “I know you’re out there, you can come out now.” I said out loud, knowing that I didn’t have to yell for them to hear me. The 4 figures slowly approached me, two male and two female. They were all wearing solid black leather outfits that seemed to match each other and I wondered if they were soldiers.

The pair of linen dolphin shorts of the same color loosely swayed as she moved towards him. "Please leave, let us meet tomorrow during the Annual meeting of the Wushi-Chin Cooperation Funds Mr Chandler Chin." Retrieving the gun placed on top of the dark sheeted bed, he stood up, inches apart from her. She felt a bit short when she looked up to meet his eyes. "Hila-" He was interrupted by her narrowed eyes that basically said 'Call me that again and your family won't have to worry about your succession'

“I know Amelia would like to see you and so would some of the people from Kreil we met before the Hunt: Sam and Ben, in particular.” Nate looked at Susanna with interest before he shared a look with Seth and Logan. They gave a small nod back to him. They had picked up on what Susanna had said. Nate picked up the piece of paper and marked two names off the list. It was a small start, but it was better than nothing. He nodded before he folded up the paper and put it away. “Why don’t we all go down and find something to eat? We can walk through the tents and see what the Carnival has this year,” Logan asked, standing and looking at Susanna.

“Yep, that’s Damion Grimm. A beautiful specimen of the male species — champion, adrenaline junkie, big on speed, not big on taking things slow. Mel’s hubby-to-be.” “He’s the one who raced a helicopter through the streets.” For a second, Lee looks like a kid spotting a celebrity crush in real life. He now sounds more like a fan than someone interested in him as a man. Maybe he’s not gay after all. “Allegedly,” my sister chirps. “I asked Mel … she said the guys don’t speak of the incident. Except when they’re drunk.” Lee pulls his eyebrows up. He has beautiful brows. Brows any woman would kill to have.

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