Page 46 of The Hunted

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Knox

Raven was sound asleep as I snuck from the room this morning. I glanced back at her before I shut the door. Her beautiful face was peaceful with sleep, and her hair fanned out across my pillow like a halo of midnight. I had to fight the urge to go to her and just breathe her in. It’s still very early, and I haven’t slept. I just couldn’t after I watched that video of Lazz coming into my fucking house and touching my woman. All I wanted to do was protect her and to assure her that I will. Every time I think of his hands on her, I want to slice his throat open. I know Lazz has a wealth of his own demons that he fights, but I cannot let what happened go unchecked. I gather my gun and head out.

At the door of his cottage, I press my thumb to the electronic lock. The lock disengages, and I push the door open, pulling my piece as I step inside. The interior is lit only by the fire burning low in the fireplace. A woman’s moan draws me toward the bedrooms in the back.

“Oh, my God! Yes!” she cries as I kick the door open.

She’s mounted on top of Lazz, but when her eyes land on me, she lets out a scream and scrambles off him.

“Get your things and go. Lazz and I have business.”

The girl scurries around, grabbing her clothes while I keep my gun trained on Lazz.

“Bane. What a surprise. Couldn’t wait a few seconds and let me nut?”

Lazz moves his tattooed hands to rest behind his head, like he isn’t surprised to see me in the least.

“Shut up, fucker. It is taking every bit of restraint I have not to put a bullet in your skull.”

I bite out the sentence through gritted teeth. I’d love to pop his fucking head off. Images of my Little Bird slumping to the floor flash through my mind, and I struggle to stop myself from pulling the trigger.

The girl whimpers as she squeezes past me in the doorway. I wait to hear the front door click closed.

“You piece of shit. Come into my god damned house and touch my fucking woman. Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“Wow, Bane. You seem pissed.”

The fucker actually smirks at me.

I walk over to him and punch him the face. Blood pours from his nose, and he yells out in pain, bringing his hands up to his face. I continue to rain blows down on him, and he tries to cover himself as best he can.

“Stop, Bane! I have some news about your old man!”

I immediately stop my assault. My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath.

“Tell me what you know.”

“Quit fucking hitting me and let me put some clothes on.”

“I’m fucking watching you. Get dressed.”

He slides out from the bed and grabs his pants. I raise my piece and keep it trained on him the entire time. He turns to me and uses his shirt to wipe the blood from his nose.

I motion with my gun for him to step out of the room and follow him as he heads toward the living room.

Sitting on the couch, he huffs out a breath.

I stand with my gun still pointed at him.

“Talk.”

“He was sighted a few days ago in a small town about two hours south of here. One of our guys saw him at a diner. He wasn’t alone. He was with a red head. From what I was told, she appeared to be pretty roughed up.”

My muscles tense. My dad is close. What the fuck is he up to? Who the hell is the girl?

“Where did you get this information? Why didn’t you tell me when you found out?”

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