Page 64 of Rugger: The Huntress

“Exactly. This man is handsome and just as fucking bat shit crazy as you. What’s the issue?”

“Let that man knock the dust off that pussy. You been complaining to us about somebody owing you some and there’s a whole capable ass man with a whole dick. Girl, get off this phone and go jump on that motherfucker,” Roulette fussed.

“Seriously, y’all?”

They were the most aggravating group of women on the planet. I was convinced.

“Yes. Now, step back. Let me see what you’re wearing on this date,” Roulette demanded.

“His death date,” I informed her, stepping back so she could see the complete look. “Hopefully I look like his finisher, because that’s exactly who I am.”

“Girl, you look like you’re going to get fucked,” Roulette claimed with a chuckled.

“Then, I’m changing.”

I began digging through the hangers on the rack to find new pieces.

“You look fine, Rugger. Don’t change. I love your look,” Rome coaxed, “You look like you mean business.”

“Thank you, baby.”

“You seriously want to kill this man?” Range asked, chumping on her favorite snack.Ice. she craved it night and day.

“I am. He has been a pain in my ass all month. He’s taken three bodies from me and tried to claim another tonight. He’s had me wrecking my brain trying to figure out who was behind this all. And, he got to Hermen before I could. So, that makes four bodies. All because he wanted me to call him?”

“Well, did he ask? Did you even have his number?” Roaman inquired.

“Yes. And, yes.”

“At least he asked,” Rome added.

“I love a man who communicates,” Rather confirmed.

“And, one that’s about that action when his message is caught up in translation,” Roulette squealed. “Tell us more.”

“There’s nothing more to tell you.” I assured her. “It ends tonight.”

“Only you would kill the dick. Like, please, Rugger. You’re a strong bitch because I’d be over there sucking that motherfucker right now.”

“Roulette–please,” I warned.

“Seriously, who else wants to kill a man because she’s got a whiff of how attraction works.”

“Rugger,” Range responded. “Because I think we can all agree that it’s not Hermen that has you ready to hunt the man that’s been hunting you. It’s the fact that you feel something for him you’ve never felt before. And, instead of running toward it, you want to run from it.”

“And, kill the source of it so the feelings disappear. Newsflash, Rugger. They won’t. You’ll hate yourself for ending the life of a man who is possibly the only man on earth that’s your speed and can deal with you.

“The fact that he wants to should speak volumes. He matched your energy and you don’t know how the fuck to accept it. You won’t get this chance again, babe. Explore it. Don’t kill it.”

I wasn’t interested in Rather’s logic. Instead of trying to convince them of my mission, I prepared to end the call.

“Pick up in an hour, Range.”

I pressed the red button with anXin the middle. I hadn’t called Royce to make sense of the situation. I called her for information that I still didn’t have much of.

It doesn’t fucking matter, I finalized as I pulled my coat up on my shoulders.

The narrow, pointed toe of the black pumps led the way up to the two-story home that was strikingly different from the others on the street. The freshly buriedFor Salesign in the lawn confirmed my suspicions. Nevertheless, I continued up the walkway until I reached the front door.

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