Page 22 of The Hunted

Knox sits me down in the car, kisses my head then gently brushes my hair from my face.

“Baby, I have to go back in for a few minutes and deal with Ethan. Stay here, and when I get back, we’ll go home.”

“W-what are you going to do to him?” I stammer through tears, almost afraid of the answer.

“What I have to.” His touch is gentle, but that cold look still haunts his eyes, and I know exactly what he means to do, without needing to ask.

He’s going to kill him.

“Wait. Shouldn’t we call the police so they can deal with him and start looking for my sister again?”

“I promise you, if anyone can find her, I can.”

He hasn’t shown or told me anything to prove it, but somehow, I believe him. I know Knox isn’t lying.

He kisses my lips and shuts the door, locking me inside his car. He glances at me over his shoulder briefly, before he heads back into the building. I know I don’t know him, but there are two things I do know.

One: My sister’s piece of shit fiancé sold her.

Two: The man I just had sex with is a murderer.

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