“Yeah, that should do it,” she said with satisfaction. “Be sure to read the script I gave you.”
“Fucking psychopath,” I replied.
She shrugged, placed the bat on her shoulder, and turned to leave, “Good luck, Blake.”
The next day after Nick had left.
I stood in front of Wolfe Pack. For a company owned by a billionaire, it was smaller than I thought. I practiced my lines a bit before walking into the company.
A white-haired girl ran toward me and checked my injuries. Her blue eyes glowed with worry imprinted in them.
I don’t know how her mother knew this would work, but I was in; all that was left was to make her mine. I hoped that my big brother had done most of the work.
Hunter
I drove past Wolfe Pack and saw Nick standing outside the door before going in. I sighed.
I gave Matilda his number with the intent that he would go to Georgetown and claim his rightful place. But maybe settling down with Aria wasn’t a bad idea.
However, I couldn’t help thinking that if I hadn’t spoken out, maybe none of this would have happened.
If Blake had nothing on me, maybe things wouldn’t have ended this way. I couldn’t help but think back to a time when I was just a normal person. Well, not a normal person per se.
I wasn’t originally called Hunter. My name was Andrew Sullivan, and I was a private detective.
My job was simple and fun; following cheating husbands or wives, spying on big-brow politicians, and lots of other things.
I also had something else I was good at; hunting people––not actually killing humans for sport, but tracking them down. If there was anyone no one could find, I could find them myself.
Even the police had me looking for missing persons. It was a high-paying job.
But I let my pride get the better of me, and I lost a dear friend of mine. I tried to throw some people tracking me off the scent, but they killed her because she was at the wrong place at the wrong time.
Because of where she died, it would have seemed that I was the perpetrator of the crime. Out of panic, I burned every incriminating evidence and her body.
She was never found.
I changed locations and found work as Blake’s assistant with my new name.
I don’t know how, but Blake found out about my past and was using it as ammunition against me. I didn’t care anymore, though; I was allowed to make this right, and all I had to do was find Nick’s mother.
Everyone assumed she was out of the country because of her son's death, but I knew differently. I knew where she was.
The thing about mothers is that you can’t make her think her child is dead. She was the only one who didn’t fall for Blake’s trick and the only one who stayed close to her son all this while. Like I told Nick, I was in contact with her once. And for me, I just need to contact the person to find them.
I arrived at the apartment Nick and I shared during his memory loss. I knocked on the next door.
Mrs. Williams opened the door. “Ah, Hunter, it’s good to see you. How is Nick doing?”
“He’s doing very well, ma’am,” I replied. “He sends his thanks for rushing him to the hospital.”
“Oh please, I just did what anyone else would do,” she said. “Do you want to come in?”
“Oh no, I’m just looking for someone,” I replied.
“Oh,” she passed knowing glances at me. “My daughter isn’t home. And you know she has her eyes set on Nick.”
“Oh no, I’m not here for her,” I smiled. “Besides, I don’t think she would want to go out with him when she realizes they are cousins.”