Hunter stops at my side and eyes Joe with disdain. "I don't like you," he says. Joe's attention shifts from me to Hunter and I don't care for the evilness lurking behind his eyes. I tug Hunter so he is behind me.
Joe tries to stare at Hunter from around me, but I continue to position myself wanting to block Hunter from his sight. "Don't worry kid the feeling is mutual," Joe sneers. "Be happy your dad came back when he did because once Pan received custody you wouldn't be speaking to me the way you are." Joe slaps one hand against the other causing me to jump from the slapping sound.
"Kinsley," I head Lucan screaming from my phone. "Who the fuck are you talking to?"
The desire to get Hunter out of the situation pushes the worry of my own wellbeing away. "Lucan, Hunter is on his way I'll follow shortly."
"Kinsley what the fuck is going on? Stop ignoring me," he continues to curse as I end the call.
Without taking my eyes off Joe I give Hunter instructions. "Hunter your father is waiting for you. Will you please go head inside?"
"No," comes from his little voice and he tugs on my hand. "I don't want to leave you."
"Buddy. I'm not asking you I'm telling you go to your father." My voice remains flat and calm not wanting to worry Hunter more than he already is.
Hunter shuffles from behind me and rushes towards out building. He sends me a worry frown before he turns the corner and is out of sight. I let out a sigh of relief and return my focus to Joe.
"Why are you stalking me," I ask him crossing my arms.
His eyes linger on my breasts and he repositions himself in his pants. My skin crawls over the thought of him imaging himself with me. "You cost me fifty grand."
I fight back my desire to roll my eyes figuring that would only set Joe off. "No I don't. The money was never yours to begin with. Emma left the policy to Hunter. The fifty grand is his. How many times are we going to have to go through this?"
Joe steps into my space and glances around. "Seems your boyfriend is no where to be seen," he states ignoring my questions. Joe runs a finger down the side of my face and fingers my hair. I think about correcting his assumption of Lucan, but decide to say nothing. "I could fetch a pretty penny for you. More then you would make me working the street." Joe is more of a fucking bastard then I thought. He then puts the final nail in the coffin. "As well as that kid of yours."
Fire burns bright and hot inside me over what he is implying. Now I step into Joe's space fighting to control the rage inside of me. "Stay the fuck away from Hunter and me. Be grateful I'm not handing you over to the police over the threats you are making."
Joe laughs over my statement. "My boss has enough of the the department paid off nothing would happen." So Joe is only the middle man there is someone over him.
"Never thought you would work for someone," I taunt him slowly walking us in a circle so he was no longer blocking my escape route. "What not smart enough?"
He clenches his fist at his side and I prepare myself for his strike, but it never comes. "I am smart enough," he sputters clearly angered by my statement. "Few years ago I fell on hard times and had to borrow some money. When I couldn't pay him back instead of killing me he put me to work for him. So much of each job I complete goes towards the debt."
"How kind of him," I say in a mocking tone. "Let me guess the money from Hunter was another job?" I take a few steps backwards and he follows me. This process might take awhile, but the closer I can get us to the apartment building the easier time I'll have escaping. I doubt he will do anything on the sidewalk in the middle of the day, but a glint in his eyes has me taking precautions. After all he is someone who Pam connected herself too.
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My Nephew's Dad the Rockstar (Book 3 Steel Wolf Collection)
RomanceBook 3 of Steel Wolf My sister has disappeared leaving me in charge of raising my four year old nephew. Since she's been missing for so long now and the police knowing the circles she runs in are not the greatest. Drug. Alcohol. Prostitution. They h...