Hunter-Hunted

Chapter 9: Backing away and backing down

Irritable fingers raked through the woman's hair, her eyes scanning her surroundings for another. It didn't take too long for the second to appear with a smirk on her face. She took a seat in front of the first and casually leaned her chin onto her hand.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. I had business to tend to."

"Yeah well, so did I before you spoiled it."

"I do apologise, but I had to remind you of our deal."

"That deal died long ago and you know it!"

"Not for me, I'm afraid. I will get what I want, even if I have to take it by force."

"You know you're outmatched."

"By you? Not a chance. There is another player in this game, however."

The stare-off between the two women grew tense, the one smirking while a dark expression settled on the other one's face.

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Charlotte dragged her nails against her desk as one of her officers gave a full report on what had transpired at the club. She was also informed of the state of her three men who had suffered serious injuries, letting her know that they would be pretty much indisposed for quite a long time. Her features remained still and neutral, only her scraping nails giving away her frustration.

"Bring me the archer." She commanded in a low but calm tone. Her officer shifted on his feet, seemingly uncomfortable. "Is there a problem?" Charlotte raised one perfectly manicured brow questioningly, even though she knew perfectly well what the problem was. None of her officers wanted to go toe to toe with Sam.

"Boss, it's just..." She immediately cut him off with a sharp tone that could slice right through his bones. "Fuck, do I have to do everything myself?" She sighed and calmed herself, before darkening her gaze at her officer who had his eyes glued to the floor. "Fetch Engfa for me."

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Sam leaned against the wall outside of Mon's room, hands jammed deep into her pockets and her head resting back against the hard surface, cap pulled low over her brow. She was casually chewing on a toothpick, trying hard not to think about the woman inside the room and whatever she might be doing as she spent time with one of her friends.

Their previous encounter had been rife with sexual tension and it spun around in Sam's head like a merry-go-round. After the teasing, Sam knew she had to back off, once again leaving Mon longing and frustrated. "Damnit Sam, I know you want to as much as I do..." Mon had growled when Sam had backed away from the bed and had turned her back, walking towards her dresser to find some clothing. "Freen will be arriving any minute." She had said in a calm voice without turning to look back at Mon, fearing that all her resolve might crumble if she did. Mon had exited her room in an embarrassed huff.

Now she stood in the warm sun outside Mon's room, unable to think of anything else, despite how hard she tried not to. The feeling of Mon's hand gliding over her hot skin still stuck in her mind, as well as the scent of her and the barest sensation of their lips briefly touching. It was enough for Sam to feel that warm coil compressing low in her abdomen, but she would ignore it to the best of her abilities.

"Sam." Freen greeted simply as she approached, a tight smile on her face. Sam thought she looked rather nervous, mixed with a hint of frustration. There was a different aura about the gang boss that late morning and it made the hairs one the back of Sam's neck stand on end. Something just didn't feel right, but Sam wouldn't say anything.

"You can have the day off after your heroics yesterday. Once again you astounded me, and the girls are safe thanks to you." She nodded at Sam and gave her a pat on the shoulder. "I'll be spending the day with Mon, so go take a breather." Sam immediately felt tense as she pushed herself away from the wall, a scowl settling on her brow. "With all due respect Freen, but from what happened yesterday..." Freen cut her off and widened her taught smile. "I promise we won't leave the compound."