Page 41 of Hunt Me
“Considering I already know exactly how you move.”
My hand slides into his before I can stop myself.
“One condition,” I say.
“Name it.”
“If I make it the full hour without getting caught, you leave me alone for a week.”
“Deal.” His fingers tighten around mine. “And when I catch you in five minutes?”
“Then I’m yours for the night.”
His smirk cuts across his face—vicious, victorious.
“You’re going to regret making it so easy.”
I don’t respond. Can’t. My heart’s already racing.
The drive to South Boston takes fifteen minutes. He parks in front of a massive brick structure, all broken windows and rusted fire escapes. Looks condemned. Probably is.
“Perfect spot for murder,” I say.
“Or other activities.” He kills the engine. “Ten minutes start when you go through that door.”
I study the building. Five stories, maybe six. Multiple entry points, countless hiding spots.
“How do I know you won’t cheat?”
He pulls out his phone, sets a timer. “Scout’s honor.”
“You were never a Boy Scout.”
“No.” His smile turns predatory. “I wasn’t.”
I climb out of his car, smoothing my dress. The silk suddenly feels impractical for running.
“Should’ve warned me to wear different clothes,” I say.
“Where’s the fun in that?”
I flip him off and walk toward the entrance. Don’t rush. Don’t give him the satisfaction.
The door hangs crooked on broken hinges. I slip through, careful of the sharp edges.
Inside, moonlight streams through shattered windows. Dust particles dance in the silver beams. The space opens into what used to be a warehouse floor—concrete pillars, exposed ductwork, scattered debris.
I move deeper, heels clicking on concrete.
And suddenly, I’m grinning.
Adrenaline floods my system, sharp and electric. This is wild. Reckless. Completely fucking stupid.
I love it.
My fingers trail along a rusted metal beam as I survey my options. Stairs to the right lead up. A corridor to the left disappears into shadow. Straight ahead, what might be an old loading dock.
The thrill builds with each heartbeat. No screens between us now. No firewalls or encryption. Just raw, physical space and the promise of being caught.
