Free Hunter (Sons of Rebellion Book 2) by Elsa Day Page A

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    As soon as I put down the phone, Hunter held out the plastic burrito container in front of me.
    "Eat," he said.
    I poked at the artificial concoction gingerly. It was burning hot, and the cheese was gluey, but I was starving. Hunter had his own, and grabbed the steaming burrito in his hand, shoving the tortilla and cheese into his mouth. There was a plastic spoon sticking out of the container. I used that instead.
    We sat there, sitting next to each other in silence and just eating. It felt like we were any normal couple on a weekend morning. Maybe we had just slept in late. Hunter served me breakfast in bed. Afterwards we'd cuddle and watch the morning cartoons. That's normal, right?
    Sure, I was the daughter of the Midnight Stalkers' president. And he was the Sergeant-at-Arms for a rival motorcycle club. Okay, so he was covered in scars like a veteran of war. But we were mostly normal. Weren't we?
    I stopped eating.
    "This isn't right, is it?" I asked.
    Hunter continued to shove food in his mouth. "Why not?"
    "Well, we're enemies," I said.
    Hunter stopped eating and looked into my eyes.
    "Are we?"
    I looked at him like he was crazy. Was he joking with me? It was obvious.
    "Of course we are! My dad would kill you!"
    Hunter looked at me and the intensity in his eyes made me shiver.
    "He'd try ," he said.  
    He picked up his jeans and wiped his hands on them.
    "Look, you're mine . That's all there is to say about it."
    I hadn't expected it, a shiver went down my spine when he said those words. "You're mine." Was I?
    "And what if they find out?"
    "Who?"
    "The Sons of Rebellion, the Midnight Stalkers," I said.
    "If they have a problem, " Hunter said, "they can take it up with me."
    The tone in his voice made me believe him. Hunter wasn't joking. He was serious. He'd protect me no matter who he had to fight.
    But what exactly were we? What did I mean to him? Heck, what did he mean to me ?
    I felt stupid. We'd only known each other a couple of days, but I knew the answer in my heart.
    "You probably think I'm a slut, don't you?" I asked.
    "No," Hunter said. "Sluts don't make me work so hard to get in their panties."
    He came close and dropped his hands between my legs, rubbing against me.
    "No, I mean-"
    Hunter pushed me down against the bed. He spread my legs wide and kissed my neck.
    "This probably sounds stupid, but-"
    He pressed two fingers all the way inside me and thrusted until I gasped. I could barely concentrate on what I wanted to say.
    "Look, what I'm trying to tell you is that I lo-"
    I wasn't interrupted by Hunter this time. It was the ring of a phone. Not mine. His.
    Hunter climbed off of me and found his phone in the mess. He looked at it and his expression darkened. Then he turned to me.
    "Gotta go," he said.
    Hunter threw on his clothes. Where was he going? What was happening?  
    "Wait!" I said.
    I grabbed his arm, tugging on him. Gently, he pulled away from me.  
    "Sorry, but I can't stay. It's important," he said.
    I could tell there was no arguing with him. He was just that kind of man.  
    "When can I see you again?" I asked.  
    Hunter grabbed the doorknob. He looked over his shoulder before he left.
    "Tonight."

EIGHTEEN

    I DIDN'T WANT TO go, but I had to. My brothers were calling.
    Even the elevator was too slow for me. I ran down the stairs, nearly jumping over entire flights.
    Like second nature I jumped on my bike, revved her up, and got on the road.
    GO TIME.
    A text like that was all it took. That meant they found him. And now it was time for me to live up to my nickname.
    Nadia called me Hunter. That was the name I was born with. Hunter . Hunting for what?
    But the name I chose ? That was Slayer. The thing I was born to do.
    Her sweet taste was still on my lips. I remembered her look when I left. The sadness.
    I wish I could tell her the truth. That I was here to rip her life apart. Person by person. Starting with the first name on my list.