Page 20 of Hunted By Wraith

“We got a man in the back and need somewhere to take him,” Keir says, straight to business. “You did offer Onyx’s help when we got your approval. So, help.”

Wow. Not even a please.

“Okay, okay, my cars down the other road,” I say, nodding toward the far side of the house. “You guys can follow me to my temporary residence.”

“Dario will go with you.”

Dario flashes me a megawatt grin.

“Aye, aye, captain.” I mock-salute Keir before turning on my heel.

Dario follows, practically bouncing.

“So, sugar, want to cause a little trouble before we meet up with the guys again?”

He winks.

“In your dreams, cupcake.” I bat my lashes at him, syrupy sweet.

He laughs, but when I veer toward the house, his amusement falters.

“Where are you going?”

I arch a brow. “To get my weapons. Obviously.”

Dario snickers as I roll my eyes. “Lucky for you, I have them right here.”

He hands me my dagger and gun.

My baby. With its emerald encrusted black handle, it’s definitely the prettiest dagger father got me.

I sigh in relief, running my fingers along the blade.

“A man after my own heart, it seems.”

Dario’s grin widens as we continue toward my car.

And something tells me I just stumbled into a lot more than I bargained for.

Chapter 9

Dario

We were fucked. Completely and fully.

Selene was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life, even covered in bruises and blood.

She was like a nightmare and a dream wrapped up in a curvy, lean body that made my cock hard as a rock.

We climb into her car—a blacked-out Charger just as hot as she is.

I let out a low whistle. “Damn, sweet cheeks, you got great taste.”

She laughs, breathy and light, a sharp contrast to the manic chuckle she let out earlier when she told that Russian prick he fought like a little bitch.

“I appreciate the compliment, and I’m sure Betty does too.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Who the hell is Betty?”