Hunter (Revenge & Legacy Book 1) by M.C. Cerny

Author:M.C. Cerny [Cerny, M.C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-02-11T18:30:00+00:00

14

Elizabeth

The door jingled and Nelson stepped inside, his pristine suit askew and rattled. The two of us filled the space with the owner who busied himself behind the counter whistling guilty as a jaybird as if the FBI hadn’t stormed the castle. How typical.

“Mrs. Huntley, we need to go.” Nelson gripped my arm pulling me toward the door.

I nodded to my bodyguard babysitter and made to step outside.

“Mrs. Huntley, your cupcakes.” The owner pushed a boxed toward me from the counter. I took them and held them close to me wondering what the fuck was inside.

I was so fucked.

Nelson eyed the package, but didn’t ask and I was grateful. He proceeded to help me to the car, his hand lightly on my back guiding me down the steps. He held my door open scanning the street as I got in.

“What happened outside?” I attempted to keep Nelson distracted from thinking something happened inside the bakery during our brief separation. He often behaved like a dog missing its owner and I didn’t need him sniffing my crotch, or pissing on me. I had a bulldog at home that was more than happy to do that each time I took a fucking shower.

“Rookie cop was trying to say I parked too close to the stop sign and wanted me to move the car.” His voice growled low losing its accent.

I pulled the taut candy stripped string popping the lid on the white pastry box smelling the sweet bakery items inside. My mouth salivated in a Pavlovian response. When was the last time I had something to eat of my own choosing? The calorie count would ruin me for the next week.

“Hmm… I guess you won?” Coldness filled my limbs to a numbing listlessness. Did I dare eat anything inside? I’d be indulging in the sin of gluttony. I could take small bites, couldn’t I? How much did I care about sins when God left me high and dry?

He muttered to himself over the radio.

“Of course.”

With the help of my manicured nail, I cut the tape on the edge of the box glancing inside with hesitation. Sure enough, four small cupcakes that looked like they belonged part of a children’s party were inside.

Fuck.

The decorations cut from sugar paste were in the shape of little rocket ships that looked far too much like bombs. Now I had the FBI trying to fuck me over with sugar sweet guilt. It was childish, ridiculous and yet unsurprisingly clever. I placed the box on the seat next to me resting my head back against the butter soft leather. This was a fucking cluster-fuck. What was I to do? I picked up the first cupcake and bit into it letting the strawberry filling tingle the taste buds of my mouth. A small bit of sugared fruit dribbled over my lip and I licked it away greedy. I would get sick gorging on these, but I couldn’t help it. If Adam found them, he wasn’t stupid. He would know, and that would be it.

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