"No matter what, you stay by Bobbie and only Bobbie," Nixon instructs almost demanding like.

"Okay," I whisper, not wanting to move away from any of them anyways.

Nixon nods and heads over to Hunter's side.

"Now, I'm going to ask you a question, you're going to answer unless you want one of your fingers chopped off." Hunters voice is husky, deep, and dangerous.

Somehow I find the sound extremely arousing, I switch my position slightly trying to get my mind off the thought.

"First one, who are you working for?" Hunter waits for the response a couple seconds before bringing out a pair of scissors, not the type you use to cut paper or anything, but they look very sharp and scary. "No answers?"

I watch in horror as Hunter walks up to one of the men and grabs his hand roughly.

"Tsk, tsk, I'll give you one more chance, who are you working for?" Hunter asks again, his face hard.

Next thing I hear is an agonizing, pain filled scream that echoes off the empty walls.

My eyes widen, my hand covering my mouth when I see the blood. There's so much blood, and it keeps coming.

"I hope you won't need that finger," Hunter darkly laughs, sending shivers down my spine, again I seem to get aroused because of it.

I don't know why I'm suddenly feeling these things for Hunter, but it needs to stop fast.

"Let's try another question." This time it's Nixon speaking. "Why are you going after our guys?"

"T-to get the families money," the one without a finger speaks.

"Money for what?" Hunter asks, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. To be honest it's kind of cute-no! Stop it!

"The new drugs, the ones that are being shipped from Japan." They all seem to think for a minute before Hunter's face brights in realization.

"Who are they selling them to?" He asks.

"Europe," the same guy answers.

"Thanks, that's useful information. Get rid of them," Hunter waves off his men to take care of the two savages.

"Please! Please I'm begging you-" the mans voice is cut off with a gurgling sound.

Again, my hand covers my mouth at the sight of his slit throat, blood spurting out.

I feel bile rise in my throat, but I quickly swallow it down not wanting to draw attention to myself.

"What kind of drug is he talking about?" Nixon asks as they walk towards us.

"Japan has been trying to create a drug for years that allows you to feel high, but not act like it. If you took a test it would show nothing yet you feel the effects. Every Mafia in the Western Hemisphere is trying to get their hands on it."

"Sanex." Nixon and Hunter's eyes snap to me as well as everyone in the room.

"What? How did you know that?" Nixon asks.

"I heard my dad talking about it once, he's a police officer and deals with people that do drugs. Apparently some people have already gotten on it," I explain.

My dad always scolds me for eavesdropping on his work calls, but I never listen, finding interest in the situations.

"Hmm, smart girl," a rough voice praises from behind me. I turn around to stare at Nixon's dad who squints his eyes at me.

"I think we're going to get going now," Nixon tells his dad and Bobbie grabs my hand to lead me outside.

Surprisingly the whole situation doesn't bug me that much. You'd think after seeing a guy get his finger cut off and his throat slit, I would be weeping and throwing up, but I'm not. I feel perfectly fine, well, not perfectly, but I don't feel like throwing up.

"There's to much equipment in your car, she'll drive with me," Hunter says to Nixon.

"Fine," Nixon throws his hand in the air frustrated and gets into his car driving off.

I'm left with Hunter, again?

"Let's go," Hunter orders and I jump a little, heading towards his car.

I buckle up and look out the window as we pull away from the creepy warehouse.

I don't speak to Hunter, I still down know what all these strange emotions are for him and it kind of annoys me.

When we get back to the house everybody is already there.

I get out first, not wanting to stay in the car a second longer with my strange thoughts and Hunter.

"Oh good! You're back," Bobbie rushes up to me looking relieved.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I ask confused.

"It's not that you wouldn't, but I need to talk to you," she says.

"Okay...where's everybody else?" I ask as we start to walk up the grand staircase.

"There already in bed, it's been a long day," she sighs.

"You're telling me," I yawn.

"That's actually what I wanted to talk to you about, just give me a second." I nod and she heads into her closet and comes back out wearing sweats and a t-shirt.

"So what'd you want to talk about?" I ask and sit cross legged on her bed, a pillow in my lap.

"How are you feeling about the whole 'being in the Mafia' thing? I know I haven't really asked you about it, but I want to make sure you're okay," she explains to me, a worried look taking over her features.

"I mean, it's a lot to take in, obviously, but I'm not going to just walk away. You were the only person to try to befriend me, and I cherish that."

Even though Hunter hasn't been the nicest to me, everyone else has been great and I can't just leave them because of what they do for a living. They had no choice, it's a family business.

"Well, I'm glad that you don't have any ill feelings towards us. I honestly don't know what I'd do if I was left the only girl again." We both laugh at her statement.

"Yeah, I don't know how you put up with it for so long," I shake my head in disbelief.

"Eh, their a pain in my ass at times, but their all really sweet," I can see a hint of blush cover her cheeks and I smirk.

"You mean one of them is really sweet," I wink.

"What? No," she shakes her head.

"It's okay, I get it, you don't have to tell me," I put my hand up to stop her, a smirk still plastered on my face.

"Jacey," she groans, covering her face with a pillow. "Iwikelayden."

"What?" I cup my hand around my ear. She throws the pillow at my head.

"I like Jayden," she says with a blush covering her entire face.

"Aww! Jayden and Bobbie sitting in a tree K-I-S-"

"Okay, okay shut up now." I laugh and pull the sheets over my body, Bobbie turns off the lights.

"Night Bobbie," I call out.

"Night Jacey," she says back and I can't help, but smile.

•••

I wake up groggily and my throat is really dry.

I throw the sheets off of me and look at the clock, I've only been asleep for an hour.

I walk down the stairs to the kitchen and grab a glass of water.

Out of the corner of my eyes I see a black silhouette standing in the corner.

"Have a nightmare?" Now he's just irritating.

"Nope," I pop the 'p' to get on his nerves.

"Right," he drags out sarcastically.

"What about you? Have a nightmare?" I snicker, even in the dark I can see his eyes darken.

"Don't mess with me, Jacey," he snaps. Damn, his mood changes horribly fast.

"My god Hunter I was fucking joking," I sneer, in the blink of an eye Hunter is standing in front of me looking very dangerous. My eyes widen in shock, both his hands against the counters, trapping me inside.

"Lose the fucking attitude before I cut your tongue out," he replies huskily.

"Whatever, Hunter, you don't scare me," I bravely respond. It probably wasn't the smartest thing to say, but all I could think about was the anger he causes me.

"I should," he whisper, his voice getting deeper by the second. His face inches closer and closer to mine, his eyes flashing down to my lips then to my eyes again.

My heart seems to be beating out of my chest as I await his next move. I don't think about Nixon, my boyfriend, all I think about are Hunter's lips that keep getting closer and closer to mine.

Their so close, just a couple more centimeters.

I'm already getting wet and he's not even kissing me. I find it embarrassing and intriguing at the same time. Why am I getting so aroused because of him? I've never felt this way with Nixon.

Is he going to kiss me or not?

I'm about to just close the space between us when Hunter abruptly pulls away, glaring at me.

"Just so you know, I can practically smell you're arousal," he sneers and walks out of the kitchen.

My mouth is agape, eyes wide. I'm completely stunned, how could he know that? Is he a werewolf? Right Jacey. He's a werewolf who is the leader of a mafia.

Completely baffled by the whole ordeal I start walking back up the stairs to Jacey's room.

Hunter's POV.

I place my hands on the wall, looking down at the ground once I get back to my room.

What the hell was wrong with me? Why'd I almost kiss that bitch? I have no fucking clue and it's annoying the fuck out of me.

I hear her tiny footsteps pass by my door and go into Bobbie's room.

I wasn't thinking when I had her against that counter, I haven't fucked anyone in over a month and I was craving it, even if it was Jacey Fucking DeGrasa.

Either that or it has to he because she's dating Nixon.

I've always had a knack for taking his girls, fucking them then throwing them out.

That's probably all it is.

Hopefully.
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