Page 22 of Their Stolen Obsession (Phantoms and Obsession Duet #2)

Her Predator

Saint

M y target was crystal clear, and I nailed that fucker right between the eyes. He was a lanky, tall thug with a cocky attitude. I was more than willing to take a risky shot with fucking crates in my way because I had to. The deal was almost through.

I broke up the party, a leader was dead, and the Pitrones were shaking in their goddamn boots. There wasn’t a minute to waste as I came out of hiding and held up Johnny’s finger as if I had a bet to place. A gamble I’d win because one of these assholes would lead us straight to Liv.