Merciless Hunter (Dark Syndicate 4)

Jude, on the other hand, would more than likely have actual intel. If those motherfuckers sold my boy, he’ll know who to, or he might have records of it. You don’t go after a man like that and give him a chance to flee or destroy information.

With that reasoning I get up and make my way back upstairs to myroom.

When I open the door, I take in the pitiful sight of Olivia chained to my bed,stillcrying.

Tears don’t sway me one way or the other, but I don’t want anyone coming in here and seeing her chained upthatway with her pussy on display.

As I walk in, I remember something she said earlier when she begged me not to hurt her.She said not like him.

Did she mean Jude?

I shouldn’t feel anything. It’s nothing to do with me and I shouldn’t make it my problem, but something pulled at my insides when she said that.

She watches me keenly with that terror still etched deep in her eyes as I walk over to my closet and grab one of my white dress shirts.

When I go over to her with it, she stiffens.

“What are you doing?” she asks carefully.

“Dressing you.” I pull the key for the chains from my back pocket and a glimmer of hope comes into her eyes.

“Where are my clothes?”

“Ashes.”

“You burned my clothes?”

“Precautionary measures, just ensuring you don’t have a tracker on you.”

“I didn’t,” she rasps out.

“Well now I’m sure you don’t.”

“Did you burn my panties too?” she snaps.

“No, I kept those,” I answer with a sinful smile that makes her cheeks flush. “And now I’m unrestraining you.”

“You believe me?”

“I believe some of what you said.”

“Everything I said was true,” she argues.

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

“Please. You have to let me go.”

“I’m sorry Olivia Markov, you aren’t going anywhere. Consider yourself kidnapped.”

The hope that was there moments ago fades and it’s replaced by the same terror she showed earlier. Her eyes plead with me for mercy, but mercy is lost on a man like me.

I’m a man who’s been primed for anything.

I can admit though, that I wasn’t primed for her.

Those indigo eyes gaze back at me, and the stir in my cock is a tell that we’re in for a very interesting time and the real task here won’t just be to keep an eye on her, it will be to keep my hands off her.

That’s going to be fucking hard since I already know what she tastes like, and she gave me an appetite for more.