Page 63 of Rugger: The Huntress

“I’m not afraid of him, Royce. You are.”

“No the fuck I’m not. And, it’s not about being afraid. It’s about fucking up. You’re not afraid but you don’t like dis–”

“Shut up!” I huffed, answering the call.

The second she got on the line, she jumped up from her seat, dramatically pointing at the screen. My eyebrows crinkled as my eyes lowered, unsure of what was happening.

“I knew it,” she claimed. “I knew it.”

“I don’t follow.”

“You have it,” she revealed.

“Have it? Have what?”

“I didn’t think I’d ever see this day. I’m calling the girls.”

“Royce, I’m going to hang up the phone if you do.”

“No you aren’t.”

The phone was paused. She was already adding the girls, one by one.

“What’s up, Royce?” Roulette was the first on the line.

“Hey y’all.” Rather entered the call.

Range, Rome, and Roaman answered simultaneously.

“Ladies, we finally have a contender.”

“For what?” Rome asked.

“For who!” Royce. “And the answer is Rugger. Look at her face. It’s written all over those cheeks.”

My eyes tried disappearing into my head as a frustrated sigh left my mouth.

“Royce, you’re pissing me off.”

“So,” she stated as a matter of fact.

The fact that my father had long ago forbid me from injuring my siblings by way of firearm was agitating.

Not even a graze, he warned me on several occasions.

“Look at her. Pathetic and I love it. She’s losing her mind and according to this employee identification badge fromHy-Son Tech & Co, I would be losing my shit, too. This man is fine. Sonnie Syracuse is his alias. Psalms Santoro is his government name. Psalms Yurias Santoro.”

“Let us see,” Rome requested.

Royce turned the phone toward her computer. Psalms face was wide on the screen. The sight of him made my stomach knot.

“That is a man right there,” Range laughed.

“Looks like that dick monstrous. I know that motherfucker hurt,” Roulette hollered, slapping a bare surface in front of her.

“He is handsome,” Rome admitted.

“If you don’t want him, I’ll take him. How old is he?”

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