Page 43 of Hunted: Season Two

And I’mtiredof being in defense mode.

Waiting to be attacked.

Hurt.

Scared.

I’m all for flipping the columns.

Swapping the rows.

Turning the one hunting into the one being hunted.

“Good,” Garcia casually states, one hand sliding into his suit pants pocket. “I know they won’t enhance the performance;however, we all know show quality can be equally important in these types of competitions.”

I.E. our little sting operation may not catch the monster, but it’ll prove that we aren’t backing down.

That we’re not afraid to fight for what we have.

Each other.

And that’s honestly something I don’t believe he’s ever suspected.

I think he just assumed my men would give me up.

Kick me out.

Leave me on my own because some random woman who wandered into their lives off the road wasn’t worth the trouble.

But thank my lucky pen that he was wrong.

That I’m not just someone they’ll fight a battle for, but someone they’re willing to start a war over.

“November’s funeral is going to be a busy day for you,” he slyly announceswhenhe wants the texts sent, “so I’ll plan to swing by sometime that late afternoon. See when you can officially get me on the books to make the swap.”

The phone will eventually need to get to him for his tech dudes to do whatever it is they do.

Just not now.

And the reasoning behind that is still a mystery lingering in my mental margins.

Maybe he’s afraid Brad will attack him and doesn’t wanna lose the evidence?

Maybe he’s dealing with another case and doesn’t want to mix up the information?

Contrary to what The Kid likes to think, we aren’t his only clients.

I assume it has something to do with that.

“Don’t letanyonesee my custom pieces.” His eyes circle the small space we’re occupying. “Understood?”

We nod back rather than verbally commenting.

“Very well then.” He removes his keys from his pocket. “I need to be going. I have an off the books mediation this morning regarding a possible settlement proposal.”

“About us?” Mutt casually investigates.

“That’s at the end of the week.” Garcia picks up his phone on a crooked grin. “That’ll be much easier than this shit.Trust me.” His wink instantly causes Kipp to grumble, a sound that encourages our attorney to chuckle. “Still not interested in fucking Ace, Woods.” The shutting off the music is attached to an innocent shrug. “Stillnot my type.” He locks gazes with his best friend in the room. “Walk me out.”

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