Page 60 of Rugger: The Huntress

“I don’t give a fuck. I have business to tend to.”

“Eat your dinner, Rugger. You have time, because I’ve already taken that target off your hands. If you think you’re riding his dick tonight, you’re mistaken. If it’s not mine, then you won’t have any tonight.”

His words brought my pussy to life. The heartbeat that sat deep in my walls intensified. I repositioned in my seat to relieve the mounting pressure.

The conviction in his voice revealed his seriousness. He was unblinking. Unmoving. Unfazed.

“He’s mine.”

“Is he?”

On que, a deep, restricted cough sounded across the dining room floor. Gideon clung to his throat as his face began changing a dark red.

“My address is 7592 Rosetta Way. Meet me there in half an hour. If I’m not there, wait. I’ve tagged your car. Should you try to evade, I will find you.”

“I wait for no man and the last thing I need is you handling my lightweight. Understand that if your dick is not worth the funds I’ve lost or the bodies I’ve lost, then I’ll put a bullet between your eyes. If you’re ten steps ahead, then you understand I’m not bluffing.”

I lifted my hand from underneath the table. With a few pounds of pressure, I sent a bullet across the room and into the center of my victim’s head. I was tired of the nasty cough and refused to give Psalms the opportunity to end Gideon’s life.

I was up on my feet and headed in the opposite direction in a flash. The chop house erupted with pandemonium. Against my better judgment, I took one look behind me and found Psalmsstill seated, sipping from the wine that had been poured for me. In pure chaos, he was still collected. He lowered the glass to the table and placed both hands together.

Once.

Twice.

Three times, he clapped silently.

Asshole. I turned back and continued through the exit doors.

The smell of fresh lighter fluid was settling. Flames engulfed the GLE, lighting the area surrounding it although it was nearly pitch black out. As the fire traveled toward the tank of the SUV, I rotated my wrist slightly, catapulting me into the darkness of the night.

Cold winds attempted to penetrate the suit clinging to my body. It was pointless. Though I welcomed the coolness, sickness wasn’t on my list of things to behold. Not right now, anyway.

Aside from the sounds of nature, my ride was quiet and uneventful. The surge of energy I’d expected to feel after finishing an assignment was absent. Instead, there was an aching hollowness that I didn’t recognize.

I made it home in under thirty minutes. The ride to the deserted field was just under an hour. However, I’d broken every traffic law known to drivers in order to cut the trip in half.

I entered my home through the garage. Piece by piece, I peeled off my clothes. My weapons were next to be removed. And, then, finally, the most important pieces of my operations.I tore the artificial skin from my body and removed the contact lenses in seconds.

As my wardrobe disintegrated two stories beneath me, I rested my head against the shower wall. Closing my eyes, I released a shaky breath. Relief didn’t find me but disappointment did.

I wasn’t crazy. I reasoned, going back to Hermen’s death and the news of it all. I had been agitated since Chemistry’s visit.

I was careless.I admitted.

And, carelessness can get you killed.

This, I knew.

How didn’t you see it? He’s been there the entire time.

My emotions were running high.

He took something so precious from me.

Vulnerability was often seen as a sign of bravery, but in my book it was a sign of weakness. Tonight, both proved to be true. Simultaneously, I was weakened and awakened.

I allowed the water to mask the tears I began to shed. They were as foreign as the incompetence hanging over my head like a dark cloud. My success rate was and had always been one hundred percent.

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