Page 110 of Hunted, Season Three

“He’s been hit,” Post announces, hand doing its best to apply pressure to where the bullet got him earlier.“I took out the guy, but I was too late.”

Rabbit attempts to peel herself out of our grip only to be met with reluctance.

No.

Fuck.

No.

I’m not letting her near this fuckface or that soul sucking puppet master he calls his wife ever again.

Rather than verbally insist that she’s fine, she gently strokes each of our backs and gives them the same pat she gave to our faces only minutes ago.

Afterward, she untangles herself and transitions to McAdams’s side.

He struggles to smile through the pain when he says, “I’m glad I could help save you again.”

“Again?” Kid and I question together.

“He…” the mother of our child gingerly wraps her hands around his to hold, “he helped me escape the first time around.”

Alright.

Man’s not atotalfucking monster, but who stays with someone who does the shit she’s done?

Why didn’t he get himself out?

Why didn’t he try to be a better man?

For himself?

For his fucking son?

“End this,” the bleeding man pleads other palm landing on Rabbit’s.“End.Her.”

Our woman slowly nods, determination undeniably erasing whatever get to safety plan we had.

“She’s asleep in the bridal suite.”This time a full fledge vile filled grin grows across his face.“I had one of the mercenaries swap my tea with hers.”

Chapter 24

Bunny

Winding duct tape around Beverly’s head to guarantee her mouth stays closed fills me with a multitude of emotions.

Glee.

Excitement.

Relief.

Determination.

I won’t let Curtis’s sacrifice be in vain.

Then again, I’m not sure itwasa sacrifice.

Honestly?

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