Page 45 of Hunted Innocence

“It’s clear that you thought you could keep my toy. That you would be able to have some sort of control over me. Or blackmail me. I know you’ve been trying to track me down. You failed, though—epically.”

I can’t take my eyes off Landon, mainly because I know that he’s about to hurt me. He’s going to morph into this monster from my past. I hate this part of him, this creature he is.

He’s the fucking devil, and now he’s about to focus all his attention on me.

His nostrils flare as he takes a step toward me. I watch as he slides his belt off through the hoops, making that swooshing sound, then a snap. My knees bend, then slam onto the floor with a crack—an uncontrollable reflex.

When his pants drop, my mouth opens. I hear my brother moan in the background somewhere, but I’m a robot. Trained by Landon Tate. Owned by him, controlled by him. I’m not sure why I thought I could erase his dominance over me.

I can’t.

Chapter Nineteen

GRAYSON

My entire bodyjolts at the sight that greets me. This fucking piece of shit actually FaceTimed me so he can assault my woman and try to force me to watch. The absolute nerve of this man. He truly believes he is, without a doubt, untouchable.

What an absolute goddamn whole piece of shit.

He’s beyond a piece of shit.

I don’t know what the fuck he thinks he is, but anger bubbles inside of me and threatens to spill out. The abuse of power is something he gets off on, and he’s going to show me just how he likes to do just that.

I’m going to find him, and I’m going to take care of him, for good. Obviously, the government doesn’t do its job well enough. They just put him under investigation but haven’t done fuck all about his bullshit.

As pissed off as I am, I can’t look away from the screen, and that pisses me off even more. I should not look at this. I should be there, stopping it. I can hear the men loading up with guns,getting everything ready to go to the house where we think this is taking place, but I’m frozen.

Frozen completely solid. Unable to think, to move, to even breathe.

Nadine drops to her knees. Anger floods me at the sight of her willingly falling to her knees for this absolute weak-ass human. Then I realize that it’s an automatic response. She’s not willingly doing anything.

Ignoring her body and its movements, I find her eyes.

She’s a fucking zombie.

She’s shut off every part of herself. Every part of her face and expression is completely blank. It’s like she can disassociate herself completely from what’s not only happening around her, but what is about to happen to her—she’s just trying to survive it.

I don’t want her to ever have to survive anything again. When Landon reaches out, wrapping his fingers around the front of her throat, his fingers gripping her bruises… my bruises, my feet suddenly become unfrozen.

Turning around, I find the man, Broker, who said he knew where Landon’s home was located. He’s standing by the door of the bar, slipping a gun into his shoulder holster. My feet swiftly carry me straight to him.

“Are we leaving?” I demand.

He lifts his head and tilts it to the side, his gaze searching mine for a moment. He must sense my urgency because his brows snap together and he nods once but doesn’t answer immediately. My eyes widen, and I tilt my head to the side as if to ask him again.

“We’re getting everyone loaded up, then we’ll be headed out.”

That is not a good enough answer. Flicking my gaze down to the phone in my hand, I mistakenly watch the images on the screen. It’s a colossal fucking mistake. Because what assaults myeyes is the woman I’m falling for with her mouth open while Landon Tate fucks her face. And not gingerly, either.

The sight makes me sick.

It fills me with rage, and I shift my attention to him. I don’t know why the fuck these guys are dragging their feet, but I really fucking need to leave. I need that address. I need to get the fuck out of here and to Nadine.

“We need to leave right fucking now.”

My words come out on a growl, my shoulders square, and my chest puffs. I am seconds away from losing my goddamn shit on every single person in this bar if I don’t start getting somewhere, like to Nadine.

“It takes time to gather everything. Not only do we have to get guns, which I think we all have, but your guy is working on how we’re going to get in without being seen.”

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