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Hunter
I found you, bitch.
I finally fucking found you…
In my mind, Laney Collins was pinned against an old stone column in an abandoned building, far away from prying eyes. One of my hands was tangled in her messy dark hair while the other roughly held her by her throat. I had one knee between her semi-spread thighs, pushing down hard and rubbing against her pussy. Despite that positioning, and the fact that she possessed one of the most beautiful faces I’d ever seen, there was no lust or desire in this imaginary moment. Only vengeful fervor.
Those mesmerizing green eyes of hers were tinged with red and clouded with tears, and she was squirming up against me, plump lips spitting out a few weak insults before she crumbled pathetically and begged me to let her go.
I wanted her to keep going. Keep writhing around. Keep fighting. Keep begging for mercy and forgiveness. It would only make it that much sweeter when I refused.
I squeezed her throat harder. “Why did you do it?” I hissed through gritted teeth.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she whispered back, fear darkening her eyes.
She said the same thing every time, because right now, this confrontation only existed in my mind. I probably wouldn’t have any real answers from her for a long time. Not until I forced them out of her.
A knock at my bedroom door disturbed me from my dark fantasy. The images of Laney struggling against me faded into dust as I opened my eyes, and I grunted out one word. “What?”
“It’s Burgin. The maid let me in downstairs.”
David Burgin was an investigator at one of my father’s companies. He had a reputation for being quite morally-challenged—that was probably the kindest way to describe it—and that made him the perfect person to go to for help when I needed information under the table.
I pushed off my bed and opened the door, taking in his sweaty face and paunchy belly through narrowed eyes. “You got what I asked for?”
“Yes.”
“Took you long enough.”
Burgin rolled his eyes. “You said you wanted a full write-up and investigation of her habits. That shit takes time. You’re lucky I didn’t make you wait four months.”
“Fair enough.”
He rubbed a droplet of sweat off his forehead. “So are you gonna let me in?”
I stepped aside to let him enter my room. He let out a low whistle as he looked around with an appraising eye. “Wish I had a setup like this when I was a kid. What is it, a thousand square feet? Two thousand?”
I shrugged. “I’ve never measured it. You could ask my father, though.”
“That would involve telling him that I’m here, and then I’d have to tell him why,” he replied, arching one eyebrow in a pointed manner. He poked his head around one of the corners that led to the black marble-tiled bathroom. “Jesus, you’d never even have to leave this place if you didn’t want to. It’s bigger than most apartments.”
I crossed my arms. “Did you just come to check out my bedroom, or do you actually have the shit I asked for?”
He reached inside his jacket. “Here,” he said, pulling out a manila folder. I reached over to grab it, but he yanked it back. “Uh-uh. Payment first. You rich Royal Falls pricks are always the ones who try to weasel out of it, so I know better than to hand over any shit until I’ve got my share.”
I rolled my eyes and strode over to my desk. “You know, this would’ve been a lot easier if you let me Venmo it to you,” I said, reaching into my top drawer for the envelope of cash I’d stashed in there a few days ago. “Who the fuck actually uses cash anymore?”
“Lots of people,” Burgin replied. “Especially those who don’t want anyone knowing what they’re up to.”
I let out a short, dry chuckle. “So you actually managed to keep this on the down-low?”
“Yup. Trust me. Your dad has no idea what you’re up to. Neither do I, for that matter,” he said, brows furrowing. “What does this Laney girl mean to you?”
Hearing her name spoken out loud sent a raw, angry heat crawling up my neck. My upper lip curled. “Like I said when I hired you: it’s none of your business.”
He let out a snort. “Let me guess. You’re so bored with having everything handed to you that you’ve decided to become a serial killer to satisfy that urge for even more power. And like that Dexter guy, you need to stalk all your victims first. Make sure they’re worthy.”
