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Page 122 of Boys Who Hunt

For a moment, I stay there, listening to her breathing while my heart begins to thud.

This is the girl who’s gotten Max so goddamn weak he fell to his knees for her. Yet …

My lips hover close to her skin, and I take in her sweet, fruity scent through my nostrils. My dick throbs at the memory of having her body, but I don’t understand why.

I’ve never wanted like this, hungered for more like this, or been brought to the brink of desperation where I’m almost tempted to lick this supple skin beneath my teeth.

Taking her tight little pussy was the best feeling ever, and it still didn’t satisfy my cravings.

Is this why Max kept coming back?

Why he couldn’t stop himself from falling for the girl he was supposed to trick?

My nostrils flare, but this fucking girl sleeping in her bed, blissfully unaware of my presence, has captured my gaze. I’m so enamored I can’t look away.

There’s something huddled underneath her arm.

I lean over and carefully peel away the blanket to look, and my jaw slowly drops.

A girl.

Does she have a child?

I frown as I look closely at the girl, whose little finger is wrapped around her dark hair. She’s so tiny, and those red apples on her cheeks make me smile.

Why? Why does it make me smile?

Suddenly, she coughs, and I take five steps back, disappearing through the bedroom door again before either of them open their eyes. But a paper on the kitchen counter grabs my attention on the way out, and I pause to pick it up. There’s a list of places and stores, as well as a fuck ton of numbers written down, like she made some kind of calculation. Along with a few dollar signs … and the word “owed.”

Does she owe someone money?

Is this the reason she kept stealing from us?

I flip the page and gawk my eyes out at the hasty drawing scribbled on here with arrows and illegible writings all over, and with all those stripes and squares it almost looks like a map.

Or more specifically, a map of the Phantom Society.

I fish my phone from my pocket and take a couple of pictures of both sides before I put the page down exactly the way I found it. Then I exit the apartment and close the door behind me, locking it with the same key I used to open this Pandora’s box with.

A long-drawn-out sigh leaves my mouth before I head down the hallway and grab my phone, dialing Silas’s number.

“Hey. Guess what we’re doing tomorrow evening?” I pull the hairband from my hair and let it all fall over my shoulders. “Crashing a party at the Phantom Society.”

CHAPTER 31

Max

“Why are you looking so gloomy?”Dad asks, rolling up his sleeves as he prepares to dice some veggies. “C’mon, where’s that fucking Fletcher smile?”

I throw him a stupidly fake smile while trying to make sure no one else but him sees. I don’t want the customers in this high-end restaurant during their lunch break to flee at the sight of my stupid grin.

“That’s my boy.” He scoots a whole plate of sushi underneath my nose. “Bon appétit.”

“I’m not hungry anymore.”

His brows drop as hard as his jaw does. “Sincewhen?”

“Since my life got so goddamn complicated.” I groan and flatten my face on the bar, barely avoiding the sushi.




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