Manhunt Gretchen Felker-martin Novels & Stories

Turning over as she rolled on top of Keith, Gretchen crossed her leg over his hip and straddled him then ground herself slowly into him "They're terrifying. I keep trying to run home, and he keeps appearing in front of me. I can't shake him no matter how hard I try. I think he wants to kill me. Keith grabbed Gretchen's ass cheeks in his hands and started guiding her movements. "I think he wants to fuck you Gretchen. I actually can't say I blame him. I've been thinking about it all day myself." "Is that so? Well, I guess ole Damien will have to wait his turn tonight then," said Gretchen as she pulled off her shirt and threw it to the floor. Shifting from side to side, Gretchen shimmied her bo

I returned his gaze with a look of my own, unwilling to let him think I’d fucking falter. Marcus slammed the trunk shut and clapped his hands together. “Let’s hunt,” he said, striding to the driver’s side. Riley’s eyes flicked to mine for half a second, a brief contact that left a bitter taste in my mouth when he quickly turned away. Without a word, he climbed into the passenger seat, leaving Ronan and me to take the back. The truck’s engine roared to life, and my jaw tightened as it began to move. Yeah, let the fucking hunt begin.

It was during the day when the packhouse would have been busy. Thirdly, she was so flippant about murder. That was not the way that someone would speak about it if they only ever did it once. Fourthly, who the fuck was Lauren anyways? Was she alone, or did she have family here? ‘He thinks you’re onto something. He caught a couple snippets of a man kneeling beside her over a mannequin as he taught her techniques. That changed into her kneeling over a body. A few pack names as well – Pinehurst, Albrook, Shadow Creek, Silvern, and Blue Crest.’

My blood thickens as they exited the highway, heading out of the city limits. Their convoy halted on an old mill just outside the city. I have to give it to Dominguez; his bravery is commendable, but he’s fucking with the wrong family. His team and mine, our headlights, faced one another. Tension fired up as Dominguez and his men stepped out of their vehicles. Hunter was already standing beside his Harley. Ro followed as Kai and I shut the doors. “Klaus Martinelli, to what do I owe the pleasure of you following me around like a lost puppy?” Dominguez murmured, crossing his arms over his chest. He was at a safe distance from my hand, itching to punch him straight in the face.