Page 65 of Reclaimed

He barks a laugh, punching me in the bicep. “Get the fuck out of here.”

I turn away, then stop, pivoting back around.

“God you’re clingy,” he chuckles

“Fuck off,” I mutter. “You’re the one who tracked me to the gym and invaded my workout.”

He shrugs unapologetically, and I catch his hand, yanking him in for a bro hug and thumping a fist against his back. Then I leave the gym, grab a few things from my apartment, and don’t look back.

The drive back to the cabin is quiet, the Raptor eating up the miles as I push it harder than necessary, tires gripping the pavement through every curve. My knuckles are white around the steering wheel, but for once, it isn’t anger tightening my grip. It’s the promise of freedom.

For the first time in I don’t know how long, there’s nothing hanging over me. No assignment waiting, no Chief to answer to, no playing a game designed to make the rich richer while everyone else claws over scraps in their self-made shit hole.

I’m done.

The realization should hit harder, making me wistful or some shit. Instead, my foot just presses harder on the gas, the engine growling as the truck rips down the dirt road, gravel kicking behind me. Something that’s been coiled tightly inside of me for years finally cracks as it occurs to me that I have no fucking clue what comes next, and I don’t care.

As much fucking joy as it brings me to blow the brains out of all the worthless pieces of elitist trash I can, burying my dick inside Jersey at every opportunity seems even better.

As I turn onto the property, a wall of trees on either side swallowing up the truck, my phone pings with a notification. One glance at the screen sends my pulse racing.

The exterior door of the cabin has been breached from the inside.

My lips pull into a grin.

Time for a hunt.

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JERSEY

A311

Asolid weight slams into my back, thick arms winding around my middle taking me down to the ground. I barely have time to yelp before he pitches us sideways at the last second, shouldering the brunt of the impact against the forest floor. Relief washes over me before I can even see his face, because only one person chasing me would bother breaking my fall.

Not an Enforcer.

Leaves and dirt scatter as he rolls us over, and suddenly I’m on my back, his weight pinning me to the ground as a tattooed hand closes around my throat.

“Caught you, little stray,” Talon growls.

“Let. Me. Go,” I huff, shoving uselessly against his hard chest.

The corner of his mouth tilts in a smirk. “Not a fuckin’ chance.”

I buck and writhe beneath him, breath coming out in ragged pants. His icy blue eyes are blazing with the same adrenaline still tearing through my veins as he dips his head down, tongue trailing along my jaw before his teeth sink into my earlobe. I yelp, and he chuckles in amusement.

“The fight is my favorite part.”

I keep twisting, determined to free myself. He just shifts forward, knees bracketing my ribcage as he sits back on his heels and undoes his fly, shoves his jeans down to free his cock.

I swallow roughly at the sight of it, because I swear it’s even bigger than I remember. The silver hoop pierces through the tip, the shaft thick and veiny.

I can’t believe that thing fit inside me.

He gives himself a lazy stroke, toying with the hoop piercing as a bead of precum leaks from his tip.

“I’m not done with you, Jersey.”