33. Chapter 32
Chapter 32
Marcello
E nding a call from an old friend who lives out of town, I can feel the blood pumping through my veins. The excitement of the hunt fills my body with ecstasy and sends a delightful shiver down my spine. It’s as if I can already smell the blood. The feeling I get before a hunt is almost as good as being inside Samirah’s tight pussy.
I let her know I’m going out of town to help a friend and, of course, the stubborn woman tries to convince me to let her tag along. There’s no way in hell I’m taking her into danger. Calling Gio, I tell him I’m going to the cabin. He’s been there with me, but we rarely get time to leave the city. I love the peace and quiet and the beauty of the mountains and the lake. The memory convinces me to promise Samirah that I’ll take her out to stay in my fishing cabin soon.
Initially, Declan wanted to go with us, but I couldn’t allow him to take part in the initial search. He’s not trained in combat and from the information he has on his lady’s ex, the guy is a nutjob. Not wanting him to get injured I make him wait for me and my trained men to find his woman. Once I get the situation secured, I’ll make sure he gets his revenge. I’ve known Declan for a long time; he’s a good man. Nothing like me, and not even like Gio. He’s a normal, hardworking guy who has no place in the dark and violent world that I live and play in.
I assemble a few men, and we outfit ourselves in top-of-the-line hiking gear. This fuck who stole Declan’s woman is going to bleed. We arrange a tractor and trailer to transport the ATVs we’ll use to traverse the steep terrain. Before we head out, I do a deep dive on stupid fuck and find out he’s been fired from the police department. He’s committed many crimes and will undoubtedly be arrested if the local department finds him. He’s been taking bribes from drug cartels and stupidly got addicted to their product. When that product went missing, because Derek Anderson was shoving too much up his nose and into his veins, the cartel put a hit out on him. With the police, the cartel, and Declan on his trail, no one would be surprised if this guy disappeared for good, which is exactly what’s going to happen. We try to get to the mountains as quickly as possible, knowing this man is a ticking time bomb.
Upon arriving, we let Declan and Mason know we’re here and are ready to go hunting. As I impatiently rev the ATV’s engine, I marvel at the crisp mountain air, coupled with the chirping of birds and rustling leaves. The earthy scent of the forest intermingles with the smell of gasoline, creating a unique aroma. Tilting my head back and inhaling a lung full, I smile gleefully. It’s a good day to be alive. Derek Anderson is about to meet his worst nightmare.