Page 110 of Rugger: The Huntress

“I’m coming, baby.”

His words soothed my core.

“Okay.”

“But, I have news.”

My stomach sank to the sole of my boots.

“Sonnie–”

“A driver is waiting outside for you.”

I lifted my dress and removed my gun from its holster. A heavy breath pushed through the phone as I took off toward the door.

“He’s clean, Gazelle. He has a family. Don’t do whatever it is you’re thinking.”

“I have a family, too,” I reminded him, still making strides toward the door.

“He’s vetted. Clyde Norman. That’s his government name. You can either call and confirm with your people or you can trust me. I wouldn’t put you in harm’s way.”

I paused, taking his words into consideration. When I finally snatched the door open, my gun was in its holster.

“Thank you.”

“No more drivers, Sonnie. Just you.”

“I promise.”

“Okay.”

“Before you go–” he paused.

“Yeah?”

“There’s a device in his ear. The detonator is the small keypad in the zipper part of your purse. Should he make any sudden moves, blow his brains to pieces.”

I chuckled, “Ten steps ahead, huh?”

“Always.”

“I thought he had family,” I toyed.

“I think you of all people understand I don’t give a fuck,” Sonnie clarified.

I ended the call and stepped outside where Clyde was waiting beside the black Cadillac truck.

“Mrs. Pickman?”

Psalms had provided an alias.

“Clyde?”

Black threads covered him from head to toe. His brown skin and thick stature were his best features. He was solid. His gym membership was active and he was using it every chance work allowed him to. I wasn’t assuming. There was proof in the bulge of his jacket from his massive arms.

“Yes, ma’am.”

He opened the door. I closed the distance between us and halted when our bodies were inches apart.

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