Page 54 of Prey

Possibilities ran through my mind. It could just be some random person stumbling through and finding my cabin by pure luck, or it could be one of the members of the fucking Devil Sinners, though that seemed highly unlikely, considering no one knew I owned this cabin besides Dominic, Micah, and Kai.

Which brought me to my third option.

Micah finally figured out where I was.

I climbed off the bed, careful not to disturb the sleeping girl beside me. She let out an adorable little snore before turning away from me and hugging my pillow.

Fuck, but I didn’t want to leave the bed or her.

I walked to the drawers and grabbed my gun hidden there.

I took off the safety and quietly made my way to the front door.

It was better to be safe and sorry, and with Ryleigh here, I wasn’t taking any chances.

My muscles protested with each step I took, reminding me that I hadn’t gotten out of that fucking fight unscathed.

If Ryleigh hadn’t come back for me, Micah would have had to bury his little brother.

But she came back for me.

She could deny it all she wanted, she fucking loved me, and I was going to make sure she knew that by the time this littletripof ours was over.

I peeked out through the front window and found a big ass black truck parked next to mine.

The porch light on made it easy for me to take in the scene.

The engine was off, and a huge man stood in front of it, his arms crossed over his chest and his face set in an impassive tone.

He didn’t move when I put the safety back on the gun and shoved it in the waistband of my sweatpants as I made my way out to the front door.

I came out barefoot, taking in the cool mountain air as I looked back at him before sitting in one of the chairs on the porch.

He let out a small inaudible sigh that I only noticed from the shift in his shoulders before walking over, sitting in the chair next to me, and looking out at the woods.

“I should have fucking known when you decided to ignore my calls,” Micah said.

I grunted but didn’t say anything to that.

I saw him move his hand to cup his jaw, rubbing his beard from the corner of my eyes. “Is she in there?”

“Do you even have to ask?”

He scoffed. “Does she know?”

I didn’t need him to clarify what he meant. “Yeah.”

“So that’s it? The girl figured it out, and you fucking abducted her and brought her here?”

He didn’t need to know how much I helped her figure it out. “Pretty much.”

“What the fuck were you thinking? Dominic got you out for the murder of Richard Jones, but I guarantee he won’t be able to work his magic if that girl decides to run to her dad about this.”

“She won’t,” I argued, a dark note in my voice.

“And how the fuck do you know?”

“I know. She won’t.”

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