Page 217 of Boys Who Hunt

I made her a monster.

My own vicious little monster.

And I am so fucking proud.

She drops the bat on the floor and steps back to witness the onslaught she just created like a dazed animal headed straight for the lights. But I grab her face with bloodied hands and make her focus on me.

“This is what you needed. This is what you deserved. Revenge.” I plant my forehead against hers, smearing the blood all over us both. “You’re such a fucking good girl for me, aren’t you? Now help me take care of the other one.”

“No, no, no, please!” the guy begs.

I look up, grinning at how badly he’s already soiled his pants from the thought of being callously murdered by the girl they thought they could chase.

But she is all mine.

Mine to hunt.

Mine to catch, taint, and devour.

My delicious little prey.

And I will cheer her on while she wreaks havoc on these fuckers like it’s a blood rain day from hell.

“Please, Ivy, it’s too late. Ivan already gave the order.”

She stops in her tracks even though she was about ready to swing.

“The dealer,” Heath mutters to himself.

Ivy’s eyes twitch as she looks up at him. “You know Ivan?”

Heath lowers his gaze and starts to disengage emotionally. “I know more than you think.”

Well, this is getting interesting.

Ivy suddenly grabs the guy on the bed by the throat. “What order?”

The guy’s eyes flicker between all of us, settling for a few seconds on Heath before he circles back to Ivy … and laughs. “There’s no more time left. This is all your fault. You can blame anyone you want, but this is on you. You should’ve paid him, kid.”

My eye begins to twitch.

Is that what she’s been doing?

Paying off a debt to some guy with our money?

She raises the bat again.

“Please, it’s not my fault,” the guy cries. “I was just doing what I was told. Please, have mercy.”

“Like you had on us?” she barks. “You know your fucking friends came for me.”

“We were doing what we were told.”

“You know damn well why you were told to do it!” she yells back. “You deserve the same pain I had to endure.”

She lifts the bat high.

The man begins to laugh. “Killing me won’t help you now. It’s too late for you and your little Cora.”