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Chapters (72)
  1. Dedication
  2. Prey Island Map
  3. PROLOGUE
  4. ONE
  5. TWO
  6. THREE
  7. FOUR
  8. FIVE
  9. CREED
  10. SIX
  11. BILLIE
  12. SEVEN
  13. EIGHT
  14. NINE
  15. TEN
  16. ELEVEN
  17. JIRO
  18. TWELVE
  19. BILLIE
  20. THIRTEEN
  21. FOURTEEN
  22. FIFTEEN
  23. SIXTEEN
  24. SEVENTEEN
  25. EIGHTEEN
  26. NINETEEN
  27. TWENTY
  28. TWENTY-ONE
  29. ROW
  30. TWENTY-TWO
  31. BILLIE
  32. TWENTY-THREE
  33. TWENTY-FOUR
  34. TWENTY-FIVE
  35. TWENTY-SIX
  36. TWENTY-SEVEN
  37. TWENTY-EIGHT
  38. TWENTY-NINE
  39. THIRTY
  40. THIRTY-ONE
  41. THIRTY-TWO
  42. THIRTY-THREE
  43. THIRTY-FOUR
  44. THIRTY-FIVE
  45. THIRTY-SIX
  46. THIRTY-SEVEN
  47. ACHILLES
  48. THIRTY-EIGHT
  49. CREED
  50. THIRTY-NINE
  51. BILLIE
  52. FORTY
  53. FORTY-ONE
  54. FORTY-TWO
  55. FORTY-THREE
  56. FORTY-FOUR
  57. FORTY-FIVE
  58. FORTY-SIX
  59. FORTY-SEVEN
  60. FORTY-EIGHT
  61. FORTY-NINE
  62. ROW
  63. FIFTY
  64. BILLIE
  65. FIFTY-ONE
  66. FIFTY-TWO
  67. FIFTY-THREE
  68. FIFTY-FOUR
  69. FIFTY-FIVE
  70. TO CONTINUE THE ADVENTURE…
  71. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  72. ALSO BY KENDRA

Billie begins to move to the sounds of the electric guitar, swinging her hips and moving around as if this little patch of forest is her stage. She twirls and throws her hair back, running her hands over her breasts and down the planes of her stomach in a way that has my eyes following the movements. Holy shit. If not for the situation, I’d definitely be lost in her eyes as she moves.

She drags her tank top over her head, leaving herself in just her string dance bra. Fitzpatrick watches her hungrily as she squeezes her tits together and leans toward him, letting him get an eyeful.

My eyes trail over to Row where he’s watching, his hand in his pockets, clearly holding a weapon that the others don’t realize. Their eyes are locked on Billie and the way she moves.

Fucking hell. As far as distractions go, this is by far the best. The three goons behind Fitzpatrick don’t see anything but tits and the promise of ass. I can’t blame them. Billie is fucking beautiful. When she turns her back to me, I want to be livid that she even has to do this, but I see the handle of the knife tucked at the small of her back a moment later. She’d had it holstered there, hidden away, and the Hounds are too enamored with her movements and her tits, they haven’t even noticed.

She keeps their eyes on her like a pro, moving around like any good exotic dancer. If she had a pole, I bet she’d be fucking brilliant. I know I’d be fucked if the roles were reversed. I’d be lost in her hypnotism just like Fitzpatrick is. Thing is, I doubt I’d be worried about being stabbed if it were me. I’d be doing the stabbing with my dick.

When all eyes are focused on her, not a single one worried about me and Row, I grin. This is almost too easy.

I know the moment she’s ready to strike, so I prepare myself. My rifle is on my back, low on ammo, but I have a knife at my waist. One flick of the wrist and I can have it out and thrown for one of the goons. Row has his own knife he’ll likely use. Which means I’ll have only a second or two to get my rifle after I throw the knife and hit the last guy. It’ll all come down to speed.

Billie dances over to Fitzpatrick, moving to the beat, unbuttoning her pants as if she’s prepared to push them down.