Page 21 of Hunted: Season Two

“You know my specs better than anyone fucking else, Kid,” my boyfriend lovingly announces prior to folding his arms firmly across his chest. “Trust. Them.”

I should.

I’ve always been able to in the past.

And…he hasn’t given me any reason not to put my faith in ‘em now.

Why am I questioning everything all the time?

Is that normal?

Is this shit some sort of road test that I’m failing?

Epically failing.

Getting my ASE was fucking easier than this.

“Would it help to know that I don’t wanna fuck him?” Garcia casually asks, calling my attention in his direction. “Would it help to know that I’veneverwanted to fuck him?”

It’s impossible to stop curiosity from revving its engine. “Why not?”

“Not my type.”

“Not into bestiality?” Bunny impishly taunts prompting him to lightly chuckle and our boyfriend to glare. “It’s definitely not for everyone.”

“Changing subjects,” Garcia announces while sliding his hands into his workout pants pockets. “We didn’t find any cameras or other recording devices and the machine didn’t pick up on any either. What about you two?”

“Clear,” my girlfriend and I retort in unison.

“Good.” Our attorney slowly nods. “That means the apartment is still the safest territory for the time being.”

Bunny begins toying with the jewelry in her mouth, obviously objecting to the statement.

“How the fuck did this shit happen?” I quickly question as I scoot closer to wrap an arm protectively around her shoulder. “You twowatchedhim get on the plane, the damn thing takeoff, and thenyou,” my eyes twitch a glare to Garcia, “had ‘contacts’ verifying shit. What happened? They get paid off? You lie about being the mighty, all powerful Halicki?”

His eyebrows pinch together in clear confusion. “Who?”

“You don’t know who Halicki is?! Theoriginalon-screen car god?!”

“Andthat’swhyhe’snotmytype.” Nolan slyly winks.

“Don’t get all uppity, Daniel Tiger. You don’t know who Boston is,” our girlfriend good naturedly goads in return.

“I know it’s a city!”

“It’s also a band!”

“And that’s whyshe’smy type,” he proudly chuckles.

“I didn’t lie about my contacts or them doing their job,” Garcia calmly steers the conversation. “And they weren’t paid off to look the other way. I already checked.Twice.”

The three of us devote our full attention to him.

“This means one of the two things happened. Either McAdams has a secret, equally as evil twin-”

“No,” Bunny instantly denies, pen finding its way from her messy bun to her writing clutches. “Daddy dearest didn’t want himperiod– most likely due to an unexplainable ability to sense the demon he’d become – and having all of mommy’s pride and joy and constant approval would’ve had him killing off his twin much earlier in life versus ever sharing an ounce of her love.”

“Creepy,” I mutter after extending her my other arm to doodle on.

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