The Predator (Dark Verse #1)

by RuNyx

Tristan 'The Predator' Caine. They called him the predator. His reputation preceded him. He rarely went on the hunt but when he did, it was over. When he did, he went straight for the jugular. No distractions. No playing around. For all his unruffled attitude, the man was more lethal than the knife cutting into her thigh. He was also the reason she had come to the party. She was going to kill Tristan Caine.

"One day, Ms. Vitalio," he spoke quietly, "I am going to enjoy collecting that debt very much." He leaned in, lining his mouth with her ear, his scruff rasping against her skin as her hands fisted to keep another shiver down. "And you know what? You're going to enjoy repaying it."

"One day, I'm going to carve your heart out and keep it as a souvenir. I promise."

"She stays here," he growled. Growled.

make her explode, not like a bomb but like a woman,

Yk what i fuck w that

‘The more you know, the less you do.’

this man made her want to scream like a banshee on crack,

Been there sister

“Going somewhere?” Duh, asshole.

Someone had hired Jackson, while pretending to be Tristan Caine, to woo and get her to make the codes, framing the other man without his knowledge.

I still have this gut feeling it was her dad

Me: Yes, you did. It’s a good thing I’m not into gentlemen. Gentlemen can’t handle me. Tristan Caine: I don’t think anyone can handle you. Not if you don’t want to be handled.

Ignorance is bliss, they said. Sorry, ancient philosopher, ignorance sucked.