“Did you shoot those people?” I ask.
“It was a distraction to get you alone. It worked,” he mutters as he turns around and looks over my body.
“How did you find me?”
“I have my means.” He takes a step towards me and stops again. I know that he will try to intimidate me at every turn, but the woman he was used to pushing around isn’t here anymore, and I will not let him do it to me again. He takes another step closer and then frowns, his eyes running up and down my body.
“You killed people; the police are going to be looking for you.”
“They can’t find their own noses. Do you think they can find me?” He points at me. “Don’t get your hopes up, because you won’t be going anywhere unless I want it.”
“Where are we?” I was knocked out, so I don’t know how long we were on the road. I know that Hunter is a good tracker, but how can he possibly track someone in a car? Maybe the cameras that the Wolverine MC have throughout town caught Jason driving through. They know what he looks like. Maybe they will catch a glimpse of him on a camera and be able to track his car like that.
Jason walks towards me, but instead of flinching away like I would previously have done, I stand my ground and look up at him. He takes hold of my upper arm again, his other hand taking hold of my jaw and squeezing as he looks down at me. A sadistic grin lifts his lips as he looks over my face. I can see changes in his face that I hadn’t noticed before. There are slight lines on the corners of his eyes, eyes that stare at me in a cold, unfeeling way.
Closing my eyes, I imagine Hunter, the tender look Hunter always has when he looks at me, the fluttering in my stomach at his touch, my racing heart at his closeness. “Open your eyes,” Jason yells as he squeezes my face painfully. I open my eyes and glare at him. He may hurt me, may even kill me, but one thing he won’t take away from me is my memories of Hunter.
I have always been sceptical about those fairy-tale romances that every woman aspires to have, about that one person who completes you, who fills your heart to the brim until there is nothing more than just what you feel with them. That is, until I met Hunter. Now I know what it’s like, and the pain of not seeing him again is worse than any torture Jason could inflict on me.
I see Jason lowering his head, and flinch, trying to get away, but his hold doesn’t let me. His lips are forceful on mine, but I refuse to open them. His fingers tighten even more around my jaw, forcing my mouth open. At the first contact of his tongue, I gag, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he continues forcing his kiss on me. I again close my eyes, but all I see is darkness as my head starts to spin. I feel the light-headedness overtake me, and I’m pleased at the fact that I won’t have to feel this man’s abhorrent touch.
I can’t let him touch me after what I have had with Hunter. I will die before I let this man defile my body. My last thought before everything goes dark is of Hunter’s eyes, shining in rage.
HUNTER 17
He has Dakota. He has my mate. The realization explodes in my head. The knowledge that I wasn’t here to protect my woman from this motherfucker has my fury mounting to the point where I know no right from wrong. This man took my mate. I will find him, and I will kill him.
“Get down on the ground,” someone is shouting, but I don’t care. All I care is that I need to go after Dakota. I need to get her back, need to keep her safe. “Get down or we will shoot.” My eyes focus on the speaker, and I see one of the police at the door to the room, pointing his gun at me, ready to shoot. There are two more behind him, all of them looking ready to shoot.
“Wait, wait, his woman is missing. The shooter must have taken her.” I hear Gunner’s voice, but now I don’t care. All I care is that my woman is out there, and I need to get her back. I close my eyes and take in all the nuances around me, and then the smell of blood overwhelms me, Dakota’s blood. My eyes snap open, and I look around until I see a small patch of blood on the floor near the window. He hurt Dakota. He made her bleed. I will have no mercy.
“He hurt her.” My voice is unrecognizable, but the exertion I’m placing on myself not to change is momentous. I need to see everything and know everything before I set out to get my woman. I can’t afford to be wrong about anything.
“Get down on the floor,” the officer calls again.
“It’s fine. You can go downstairs,” someone says from behind them. I see the one who just called out tense.
“But, Captain, he—”
“I said stand down. I will deal with this. Now leave.” At the captain’s command, the three men step back and lower their guns, reluctantly leaving. Gunner rushes inside, Blue beside him.
“Now tell me what this is about,” the captain says as he walks into the room and looks around.
“The shooter took his woman. Looks like that might be your motive,” Blue says as he places his hand on my shoulder and squeezes in compassion.
“How do you know it was the shooter, and do you know who the shooter was?”
“Trust us when we say it was the shooter, but no, we don’t know yet. It could be one of two suspects,” Gunner says as he looks around the room. “One is an ex-boyfriend who has been stalking her for years, and the other is the Hades MC.”
“I need to go before he gets too far,” I state as I start making my way out of the room.
“Wait,” the captain calls.
I hear him, but I’m not listening. The only thing I’m interested in now is that my woman is out there with a killer and I’m not there to protect her.
“Sir, please let us go,” Blue says. “I promise you, we will identify your shooter and bring him to you.”
I hear the hesitation in the captain’s voice when he gives his permission. There is more, but I’m not listening as I follow my instincts. That Dakota’s pull now is barely noticeable has my wolf wanting to howl in pain. My woman is hurt, and it’s my fault.