Moments of Madness (The Hunters #2) Read Online T.L. Smith

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: The Hunters Series by T.L. Smith
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Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
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“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” I tell her as I feel Kalilah start to move, and she pauses. “I can find you anywhere in the world, and you wouldn’t like it if I had to hunt you down. Now close it,” I say, referring to the door she’s holding onto right now.

The guy on the floor is crying, and I reach for his neck and twist it. It pops loudly, and he drops to the floor.

I wipe my hands on my pants and turn back to her. “Now, where were we?”

Six

Kalilah

Crazy, insane. That’s what he is.

It’s like he goes through moments of madness. Watching him kill someone was truly horrifying and a work of art at the same time.

I’ve seen death before.

But to this extent? Never.

I shut the door because I believe his words. He would hunt me, and no matter how good I am at hiding, I have a feeling he will be able to find me.

Kyson pulls his cell from his pocket and presses a few buttons before he slides it back in. He steps over the dead body, coming toward me. “You still stink. Go shower. We can talk after.” He glances down at the dress I dropped on the floor, and I reach down and pick it up.

Clutching it for dear life, I scurry off. “Leave the bathroom door open. Don’t want you getting any ideas now, do we?” His voice is laced with annoyance.

I do as he says because I now know he has the ability to kill three men in just a few minutes. He could easily kill me without even breaking a sweat.

Stepping under the water, I pull the old, moldy curtain shut and turn the hot water on. It’s a dismal trickle at best, but at least it works. Grabbing the only soap I have, which is a small bottle of shampoo, I wash myself and run it through my hair. I have no conditioner, which sucks, but it leaves my hair better than what it was—smelly and full of grime. Running my hands over my face makes it sting, but that’s okay. I’m alive, and I’m not sure if I could say that if Kyson hadn’t been here.

Reaching for the towel, I wrap it around myself as I get out. I then grab the dress I brought in and pull it over my head, carefully dropping the towel to the floor. My body is sore and in need of a worriless sleep. But I doubt I will get one of those for a long time.

My life is too crazy right now.

And here I thought running from my issues was a smart idea.

Maybe I was wrong.

“Come out, little bird,” he calls from the room. When I do step out, I see two other men in the room, and not once do they look my way as they walk around. I notice then that two of the bodies are gone, and only one remains. “Clean-up crew,” he answers my unasked question. “Now, pack your shit. You’re coming with me.” He nods to the door.

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” I argue, crossing my arms over my chest.

Kyson steps closer to me, then even closer.

It’s menacing.

It’s madness.

“I’m not sure where I gave you an option there.”

“You don’t get that luxury,” I tell him. “You don’t own me.”

“Ha! You either come with me or I put you down and let my men carry you out in one of those bags. Your choice.” He smirks, knowing full well he has the advantage right now. And to be honest, do I really want to stay here?

I’m not sure.

Glancing at one of the men who’s basically dressed in a hazard suit, I watch as he slides the body into a bag.

“Where will we go? You just paid for this room,” I remind him. He brushes it off like it’s nothing.

“You have two choices. Choose carefully because my patience is running thin right now.” He cracks his neck from side to side before he continues. “One, you wait here, and my men take you.” I look to the men who haven’t even paid us a lick of attention. “Two, you come with me and stay at my place until I decide what to do with you. But under no circumstances are you to run. I want you to fully understand something…” He steps up closer and lifts a finger in front of my face. “No matter where you run, I will find you. I’ll hunt you. No one can hide you from me.” His words rock through me and I know he’s telling the truth. Not only is he scary, I just saw what he can do.

He is dangerous. There’s absolutely no doubt in my mind about that whatsoever.

“I’m a shit house guest,” I inform him.

He grabs my bag, which has seen better days and starts toward the door.



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