Page 111 of Rugger: The Huntress

“Clyde,” I called out.

“Yes, ma’am?”

I lowered my eyes briefly, taking a peek at the diamond wedding band on his left hand.

“Do you love your wife?”

He nodded.

“For the last fourteen years of my life.”

“Good. If you want to love her for fifteen, then I suggest you not blink more times than the average human, make no sudden moves, or take any unplanned detours. I can and I will blow a hole the size of Huffington in your head, forcing your family to have a closed casket homegoing. So, are we clear or will your children be crying over your lifeless body in a week?”

“I’ve already been warned,” he sighed with a shake of the head, “and I appreciate the reminder but you don’t have to worry about me. I’m just here to drive.”

“Well, we should get going now.”

I patted his shoulder and climbed inside. My cheeks peaked along with my heartbeat at the sight of the large black suitcase with the red bow on the seat next to me. I retrieved it and replaced the case with my bag, careful not to put it on the floor.

My mother had deemed it bad luck. Though I wasn’t superstitious, what Rhea said always stayed with me. Just like Richie’s word, her word was law.

I unfastened the case and lifted the top to reveal the most beautiful micro-arsenal. Six compact Rugers were tucked inside of black foam that kept them in place.

Beautiful.

I ran my hand across them one by one. Psalms knew the way to my heart and it wasn’t bags and jewelry. It was guns and ammo.

Three 9mm.

Three 45 automatics.

Instantly, I’d fallen in love. The sleekness of their frames made my center throb. I closed the case as anxiousness swelled in my belly. I wanted Psalms’ body against mine.

His dick in my mouth.

His hand caressing my pussy.

His toes curling as he came for a second time.

The snowfall in Clarke had officially begun and would likely continue until winter’s end. The ground was covered in a sheet of the white fluffiness. Evidence of holiday cheer lined the streets.

We crept through Mount Clarke at a snail’s pace, careful on the black ice that blended with the darkness of the winding roads. Meridian was our destination and it wasn’t long before we had arrived.

Clyde swung the door open and allowed the cold inside. Gracefully, I departed the vehicle just as my phone began ringing again. I was beginning to hate the device even more but the now-familiar number on the screen killed the thought fairly quickly.

“Sonnie…”

“You won’t need those where you’re going. Keep them in the truck.”

I smacked my lips, trying to decide if I wanted to disobey his orders or oblige.

“Gazelle.”

His stern warning made the decision quite simple. I handed the suitcase over to Clyde.

“Don’t touch my things.”

“I had no intention, ma’am.”

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