tongue

again.

“Yes, Darren,” she finally answered.

“Good girl,” I said, kissing her again, and headed into the bathroom for a

shower.

When I came back out ten minutes later, she was sitting in the reading nook, her

headphones in her ears as she stared out the window. Camaro was lying next to her,

curled up on her side as Jaden petted her small head. At least, she was quiet for

once.

I changed into a sweater and jeans and laced up my boots before striding over to

her. Yanking out one of her headphones, Jaden jerked to the side at my interruption

but yielded quickly to my advance. I kissed her on the mouth with enough force to

push her back before standing back to my full height.

“You’re not to go beyond the trees. No more arguing with your guards. I’ll see

you at dinner.”

And with that, I left her there and walked out of the room, catching Romero and

Alex just outside the door.

“She can leave the room after she’s had her lunch and only if she eats it all. If

she goes outside, she stays within the trees.”

“Yes, sir,” they said, and I continued on my way to find Scott.

I found him sitting at the conference table in my office, loading the two

Remington 700 VTRs and ammunition into a black duffle bag.

“What’s your quota?” Scott asked as he loaded the last of the ammunition.

“Three or four at the most,” I replied. “Fish and Game said they’ve spotted four

in town in the last two weeks. I don’t want them coming near the property.”

“We could just shoot them on sight,” Scott offered.

I smiled. “Now, where’s the fun in that?”

The Department of Natural Resources of Anchorage had officially extended the

open season on black bear hunting due to the sudden rise in population, and I

intended to solve their problem. I didn’t want to risk the bears coming too close to

the property and becoming a danger to Jaden. No doubt, she’d find them

fascinating and try to get a better look or protect them while they tried to maul her

to death. I wasn’t having that shit, so I planned to take care of it myself. Plus, I

enjoyed a good hunt every now and then.

“All set,” Scott said as he zipped up the bag and grabbed his black winter coat

from his chair. I grabbed the special tactical gear I kept in my office for hunts like

this, grabbed the duffel, and headed out with Scott into the wilderness.

38

IDIOT

I couldn’t believe this bullshit. All I wanted to do was take Camaro out on the

snow-covered balcony so she could go to the bathroom, but no, I had to be stuck

here, cleaning up her puppy pads like it was my most favorite thing to do. The

second I stepped through the door to the balcony, those two airheads came barging

in, barking at me to back away from the door.

I’d thought for a second there might be an actual threat, but when they asked

why I’d opened the door and I answered them, that was when all hell broke loose. I

was ready to kick Romero in the teeth for how stupid I thought his interpretation of

Darren’s rules was, but that would have only landed me in more trouble. I was

grateful Darren didn’t at least undermine me in front of them; that would have

been too embarrassing. But the fact that I was being forced to stay here until my

lunch before I could go out confirmed who had won that little battle. And that, in

and of itself, was fucking embarrassing. I hated being treated like a child, and the

more freedom I got, the harder it was to deal with when it was taken away.

Staring at the hands of my new Rolex, I watched the time go by slower than ever.

The longer I watched the hands, the more pissed off I became. If Alex and Romero

hadn’t barged in, I’d be outside already, doing what I wanted to do. Didn’t they

know I could fuck their world up? I was not someone they wanted on their bad side

because I could make their lives hell if I wanted to.

And fuck them. I would.

Until then, I decided to get a little exercise and pulled out the hacky sack Scott

had gotten me for Christmas. I bet the asshole didn’t even know I knew what the

damn thing was in the first place. I plugged in my iPod, turned on some old-school

Nelly, and stood in the middle of the room. I dropped the sack to my ankle and

immediately started kicking it with the side of my foot, watching it bounce eye level

in the air. Back and forth from one foot to the next, I kicked the hacky sack for what

felt like hours. It was honestly a fun little game that kept my foot-eye coordination

and reflexes intact. I could kick it over my shoulder then back over with the ball of

my foot, stall it on my chest, bounce it on my knee, switch feet midair, even

scorpion kick the

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