Page 77 of Hunted Innocence

“I only hesitate for a single reason. You’re playing with fire, and this fire has the ability to not just ignite but to explode. I’m afraid of what the domino effect will be.”

“What aren’t you telling me, Theron?”

He takes a step toward me, then shifts slightly and walks around to the front of his desk. He leans his ass against the edge, crosses his legs at the ankles in front of him and his arms across his chest. He dips his chin, and his eyes hold my gaze.

Again, I feel intimidated by him, by everything he’s saying to me right now. I don’t know what to do. What to feel. Sucking in my lips, I press them together and wait for him to say something because I know this something is going to be big—huge.

“The man he’s watching right now is not one who you want to go and be involved with. He’s dangerous, Nadine.”

Dangerous.

Aren’t they all dangerous?

Releasing my lips, I let out a heavy sigh and ask him what is on my mind. “You’re all dangerous.”

Theron chuckles, lifting one of his hands to his face, his palm moving back and forth along his chin and jawline before he continues.

“Yeah, but we aren’t all cartel, Nadine.”

GRAYSON

If I thoughtI knew what a party lifestyle was before, then I am now certain I had no fucking clue. Because I’ve been watching this man for just one day, and I’ve seen more tits, ass, and sex than I think I ever have, and I’ve seen a lot.

My target stands with his back to me on the bow of his yacht. I looked up the yacht. It cost eight million dollars. Fucking insanity. He owns it, though, and the women who are walking all over it, naked, are without a doubt bought and paid for or trafficked. I can’t tell from here.

They’re putting on a show, either because they’re being paid or because they’re just trying to survive—maybe both. Still, I watch them, taking in all the information around me, and there is plenty.

Not only is there the target, but he has a personal crew of at least ten, all of whom are clearly his men, waiting for his orders, whatever those look like. Then, he also has a yacht crew of about ten.

There are three men I can’t place. I have a feeling they are all men he’s trying to impress. I’m only assuming this because they have been the only ones, aside from him, to touch and fuck these girls.

Fifteen of them that I can count.

Some of the girls are putting on a show. The others are being fucked by the men I cannot place. Taking pictures, I send them to Boden and ask him to run them through facial recognition.

The target is already known. His men will be soon enough as well, although I don’t give much of a fuck about them. The only person I give a shit about is the target. I want to ruin him. To end him. I want to watch him wither away.

Then, I’m going to move on to the next target, and I’m going to want the same thing. And so on and so forth until they are all eradicated. One by one. My lips curve up into a smirk at the thought.

I want them gone.

One by one.

And I want them to suffer.

Incredibly.

All the pain they’ve caused, this whole fucking group of them. They deserve to pay for it, just like Ravet and Tate. They deserve to pay for it with their lives after their accounts are drained and the money is gone. Once they know they’re destitute, I want to watch them suffer.

The target turns his head, watching as a topless woman walks toward him. She places her hand on the center of his back, and he wraps his arm around her, guiding her body in front of him with her back to me.

She sinks down to her knees, but there is something different about her than the others. I’ve seen a lot of sex in the time I’ve been watching them on this yacht, but he reaches out, cupping her jaw… tenderly.

Not one woman has any of these men touch her with tenderness, except this one right here. Which means she’s different and maybe even special. She may be the one I need to be watching instead of the intended target.

She may hold all the information I need, plus some.

When she reaches for his linen trousers and guides them down his legs, I shift my attention to the rest of the boat, having no desire to watch her blow him. There is a table and seating that catches my attention.

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