Page 26 of Hunted: Season Two

Location?

And if it’s location then…how close is Brad, really?

Did he have one of his bounty hunters drop him off at our feet or did he do itpersonally?

Was putting him there done to measure our response?

Reaction time?

See how many men there are actually surrounding me?

Was it a ploy to get usoutof the apartment to plant recording devices?

A tracker?

Perhapsanother trackerconsidering that I may have one inside of me.

Was killing November part of some other, bigger, more nefarious plot or simply the next step in his demented amusement where he assumes the man’s death will have me just curl back into myself?

Shun the world.

Shut out everyone to the point I ruin any opportunity to have the extra defense needed in our bloody game of cat and mouse where he believes he’s some white collar Al Capone that no one can or will touch.

He got exactly what he wanted from me the first time.

I almost fled the safest place I’ve ever felt.

Bailed on the two people who have done nothing but love and protect me since we crossed paths.

And the next time he pulled a stunt?

He got exactly what he wanted from me then too.

I reverted back to my old ways.

I stopped talking.

And eating.

And thinking.

Andemotionallyabandoned the two people who refused to stop showing up because some creep in the shadows swears, he’ll take what he claims is his.

This third time?

I’mnotgiving him what he wants.

I’mnotgoing to run.

I’mnotgoing to cower.

I’m staying right where I am and fighting for my life because it’slongoverdue.

Because I finally have a lifeworthfighting for.

You know…maybe the cops still don’t believe me about being stalked.

Maybe they’ll never believe me.

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