Page 26 of Ready Or Not

I yank Riley into a private room and slam the door.

“Let go.” She shrugs out of my grip.

“Riley,” I growl. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I know she’s not just looking for another fuck. Riley can get whoever she wants at a normal bar. She came here for a reason.

The stunning woman in front of me fixes her dress, intentionally drawing my eyes to her ample breasts. She smirks a little when she sees me looking.

I lunge forward, pinning her against the wall. The whole room rattles with the force of it.

“Easy, brother,” Riley puffs out a breath. “Jealous much?”

I narrow my eyes at her. She does make me jealous. Every time she takes someone home from the bar. She knows it, and I know it. But still, she refuses to be in a relationship with me. It’s infuriating and aggravating.

And endlessly fascinating.

“Tell me,” I demand.

“Fuck you.” Riley has fire in her eyes. “Let me do this one thing, Manson. Stop getting in my fucking way!”

I don’t let off the pressure I have on her neck. “You know what this place is,” I say it as a statement, not a question.

She doesn’t flinch.

My stomach knots. I know why she’s here. Riley is the most bloodthirsty woman I’ve ever met. Bloodthirsty andreckless.

“How did you even get in here?”

She bats those long, dark eyelashes. “You weren’t supposed to be here.”

I close my eyes. “Did you tell them you knew me?”

“Your dad, actually.” She shoves against me. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

As usual, whenever I’m around her, I feel a mix of hatred and electricity. “You can’t be here.”

“Why? Because it’s against the rules?” Riley’s tone is mocking. “Since when did you ever care about rules?”

It’s true. No women have ever been allowed to join the club as hunters. Wyatt’s orders. So, my little pain has done her research.

I watch her, enjoying the pulse of her heartbeat under my arm. She feels so fragile and warm. I could kill her so easily. How dare she give other men the chance to do that? I run my thumb along her pulse point, and goosebumps break out across her skin.

“You haven’t killed anyone.” Proving yourself is a rule to joining the club as a hunter. Riley should know that, having done her research.

Her eyes immediately light up with rage. “And who’s fault is that?” she hisses at me.

I shake my head, immediately stepping back. If she still blames me for that, then she isn’t ready.

“No,” I say.

Riley’s hand rears back for a blow. I watch her, staying still. She slaps her hand against my face in a sharp crack. The stinging pain radiates across my face, but I don’t move.

“Fuck you, Manson Kennedy,” Riley hisses, looking more beautiful and breakable than ever before. I just want to squeeze that pretty little neck until it turns purple.

I take a step closer to her. She stands her ground, seething. I trace my finger along her jaw. “Too impulsive, little sister. Learn how to kill correctly, or don’t do it at all.”

“How can I learn if you won’t let me?” Her creamy skin is flushed and angry. I want to bite it. To make it red and irritated. To leave my marks all over it.

Despite the fact I’m mad, I smirk. I like seeing her so angry. It makes my dick hard. If it gets me this reaction, I’ll never let her kill.