Page 106 of Hunted, Season Three

I’m grabbed by the shoulders and violently thrown into the side of the stable.

One knee to the abs becomes two.

And two becomes three.

And by the time the third arrives breathing feels like the most difficult task in the entire fucking world.

Fighting past the wheezing occurs in order for me to shove his arm off, breaking the grapple, ultimately allowing me to execute an elbow to his face during my spin away.Grumbled swears seep into the early morning air as he swings an arm in my direction not expecting me to catch his wrist with one hand and grab his neck with the other.Forcefully throwing him down onto the ground is followed by me dropping a knee in the middle of his chest and placing the Baretta I’m borrowing against his forehead.“Where’s.The.Girl?”

He makes an attempt to get up, leading Brax to aggressively stomp down on his arm, breaking the bone it has contact with.“Fuckkkkk!”

“You were asked a question,” Brax emotionlessly reminds.“It would be in your best interest to answer.”

“Where.Is.She?” I coldly repeat while pressing the barrel deeper into his flesh.

Answering is abruptly interrupted by my high school peer looking up at the sky and muttering, “Helo.”

Confusion crossing my expression is brief courtesy of the helicopter noise growing louder.

“We need to go to where it’s landing,” he declares, abandoning his original sweep the perimeter plan.“That’swhere she’ll be.That’s where-”

“Noooooooooooo!!!!!!” howls Bunny, yanking my attention over my shoulder into the open distance, near the front of the stable.“Nooooo!!!”

“Move it.”

The assailant underneath me tries to use my temporarily distracted nature to his advantage, a decision that results in my squeezing the trigger twice without hesitation.

Quickly deserting the dead body doesn’t require even a thought, however, not pulling the trigger on the person using her like a human shield does.

“I can’t take that shot, Woods,” Brax informs, weapon now drawn and aimed like myself, our bodies cautiously approaching the moving situation.“I mean Ican.” Our eyes momentarily meet.“But not without risking her life.”

Chapter 23

Nolan

Post lifts a raised fist to halt our movements towards the exterior of the barn.“You hear that?”

The sound of my heart pounding in my ears?

Or my blood street racing through my veins?

Or my heavy breathing sounding like I’m fucking roaring into the early morning.

Yup.

I definitely hear all that shit.

“Helo,” Post adds with a point upward.

My head immediately snaps in that direction to search the sky both relieved and disappointed I can’t spot it.

Not being able to see it means we’ve got time but not being able to see it means we have no real fucking clue where it’s landing.

“Noooooooooooo!!!!!!” howls Bunny, redirecting my attention to the far, open distance, near the front of the stable.“Nooooo!!!”

“Rabbit,” leaves me in a low, panicked mutter, body immediately pushing itself into gear.“Rabbbbitttttt!”

“Muttttt!!!!!”

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