Page 172 of Hunter's Revenge


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“Search them,” Diego repeats with emphasis on each syllable, directing his words at me to show we’re going to be searched regardless of what I say.

“Arms stretched out,” the guard orders me.

I do as I’m told, stretching out my arms. He inspects me with a leery smile, taking pleasure in feeling up my breasts then patting me down.

By the time he’s finished with me, my stomach churns with scorching bile.

The guard nods at Diego after he’s looked at my phone and scanned over it with a device that looks like a pricing gun.

Jeanne is searched, too, except with less sneaky sexual harassment ploys, but when the guard searching her looks at her phone and scans it, he shouts something to Diego.

Jeanne glances at me wide-eyed. She seems to understand Spanish just fine.

“It seems I spoke too soon,” Diego barks. “You switched on your emergency tracker. Now all the Knights know where we are.”

When I notice that she hasn’t denied his accusation, that terror brewing within me rises like a pressure cooker.

“I’m not a traitor,” Jeanne stutters. “Malik should be just behind me, and he will deal with you.”

Hope lifts my heart for all of two seconds. But in those brief moments, three things happen. First, my heart leaps at the thought that Jeanne has helped us and Malik should be on the way. She provided a way for Malik to find us.

The next thing that hits me is the gravity of what Jeanne just did. She can’t save her granddaughter now, and Diego will find some way to punish us.

Before my brain gets the chance to process any of that, Diego snarls, whips out his gun, and shoots Jeanne in her chest.

“No!” I scream.

I lunge forward to go to Jeanne, but I’m held back by the guards.

Jeanne drops to the ground screaming with pain.

“So shall it be.” Diego laughs like a madman and looks down at Jeanne. “This is fine. Let Malik Volkova come. Killing his ass is the easiest and best option, so let’s kill two fucking birds with one stone. His trusted assistant can be the first breadcrumb in the trap.”

God, what’s going to happen now?

ChapterForty

Malik

Idrive onto the grounds of the private airport where Jeanne’s tracker has led me.

I have an entourage of men, along with my brothers who are in the car with me. We’re ready for war.

Never underestimate the enemy…

That’s one of the first things we’re taught as Knights.

I’ve always prided myself on following such teachings, but tonight, I’m guilty of being human.

Did I ever suspect Jeanne?

Of course, I did.

I’m not a fool.

It would have been foolish of me not to suspect her when all arrows pointed in her direction. I just didn’t want to believe it.

Sometimes, the thing that makes sense is what doesn’t. It’s the parts of the shit that don’t add up because it’s staring you in the face like a wolf in sheep’s clothing.

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