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“But I can shout for help. It’s either I go with you or you stay here.” “Fine. Let’s go.” ...................✍🏾 “Where have you been?” Jessica asks. Susan walks in the house licking off blood on her fingers. “What giveth thee the audacity to ask me questions?” “Whoa! Is that blood? Are you okay?” She goes to check her out. “Do not think to lay thy hands on me, vermin.” She pushes her back “Wait this is not your blood. What did you do? Who the fuck did you kill?”

I winced as I spoke the words, causing me to shudder as realization crept in bit after bit. “He did almost die. Anyways, I have no business coming after you… Jeremy doesn’t care much for you, but I do… I get the utter desperation to have your lover prove himself. Trust me, we’ve all been here. Kind of disappointed he chose to take the easy way out though… couldn’t even fucking handle rejection… he’s not one to survive the bratva…” “Shit… shut the hell up. My head fucking hurts. My… my… fuck… Hunter tried to kill himself, you have me tased, what is this talk about a fucking twin, the fucking mafia? The fuck are you? I have no clue what’s going on.”

I nodded to Xavier, he had every right to hate me, and if that made him feel better, then I would take it. I closed my eyes as he raised the knife and waited for him to plunge it deep into my chest. To be continued… (This book is a Duet, the Hunter and The Hunted. The Hunted i still being written, please see my website for more information. It is on my to be written list after I finish my final revisions of my main series and the spin off completion.)

CHAPTER 3: SUYI WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDE, DANGER, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! Baffled by the sudden sound of a powerful voice, her body flinched a little and only managed to calm down when she counted one to five. Every time that she feels scared or anxious, counting down always eases her heart.

He questions with a laugh. “Why else would I want to be on your damn land? I am a bounty hunter, and that man you let get away raped and killed a 17-year-old girl,” I hiss, walking up to the wolf and shoving him hard in the chest. “You better watch it fangs,” He growls, standing straight again. “I don’t have time for this. He got away, and all you’ve done is waste my time," I snap, turning to leave. “Where do you think you are going?” He demands following after me. “Hey, bloodsucker, I’m talking to you!” He shouts, grabbing for my arm.

*** The gunshot echoed through the underground cage like a divine punctuation — the kind that closed a chapter permanently. Ziko’s body slumped forward, lifeless, crimson blooming across his chest like a cursed rose. Hunter stood still as his men: trained, merciless, silent, stepped in and cleaned up the mess. Not a single command was needed. They knew the drill. Blood was part of the foundation down here. Hunter lit a cigarette, the smoke curling from his lips like a hissed warning to anyone daring enough to cross him next. The bitter flavor of rage hadn’t dulled at all. If anything, it grew sharper with every passing second.

He selected a sleek black handgun, checked the magazine, and tucked it into the waistband of his pants at the small of his back. “I’m going to welcome an old friend,” he said darkly. I shivered, but it wasn’t from fear. It was from the sheer, electric intensity of the moment. We weren’t victims anymore. We were the hunters. I walked to the stairs, my head held high. Sebastian Vane had made a fatal error. He thought he was coming to kill a legacy. He was about to find out that the Hunter legacy didn’t die. It just reloaded.

Both Sicily and Americans were joining in for this to take off Milan. In addition to that, we have the Black Hunter as a backup. The Black Hunter has been messing with the shipments, stealing shipments occasionally. Twisting around in my head uneasily was how I was going to break it to her brother that I killed his sister because I thought she was a rat in the mafia and have been living to regret it ever since. Oh yeah, it works out if I just told him “yeah, killed your sister because she was a rat and now, I sleep in her room and vest her grave twice every single day.” Yeah, they would not freak out at all.

“You ask me, so I ask you; how would Emma leave, assuming the pilot is honest, without her horse?” “Dan, what are you not telling me? Okay, the pilot says he dropped her off, and you say she’s not there. Tell me, who do I kill? The girl can’t just disappear into thin air twenty minutes away from our pack,” I said, gritting my teeth. He sighed loudly, “That is, assuming, she was dropped off. So you believe the pilot and calling me a liar, Hunter?”

Callum’s estate-the plan Lucas and Sophie made it out alive, victorious in the games. Hunter released them—though not without a stern warning. He’d cleared the place, leaving only her, him, and Hank, along with the rest of the vampire clan. Hunter was fighting to keep his composure; hurting her was the last thing he wanted. Three weeks in, he forced her to feed again, but this time, the bloodlust took over. He knew what she craved—his hands trailed her skin, his lips moved lower. He took his time, drawing her in, but when her gaze locked with him, all he saw was hate. She saw a monster, a killer. The desire was fleeting; the hatred lingered.