Page 91 of Hunted, Season Three

“Good to know you’re passin’ mathandnaked arts and crafts.”Another chuckle threatens to takeover.“Could you pass snack time too?”My mouth lowers, prepared to continue to argue when he pleads, “Please, Kid.” Unfamiliar worry seeps into his stare.“You’re gonna need your strength.”

That’s true.

Whatever fight is ahead of us…whatever fight is needed for Bunny…our son…I’m gonna be in it.

Broken body parts or not.

I’m gonna be there to bring them home.

To go to war for my family.

To guarantee all of us cross the damn finish line.

Together.

Reaching for one half of the sandwich precedes me quietly investigating, “Any…um…Any news from Zero?”

He shakes his head.

“None?”

He shakes it again prior to gesturing at the food I’m gripping yet not eating.“Put it your mouth before I put something else in it.”

The sexual threat under normal circumstances would rev up something equally as cocky.

But not today.

Not now.

“How can you act like this?”I take a bite angrily.“How you can you act like nothing’s fucking wrong?!”Chomping down through the bread occurs a second time.“Howcan yousithere and make jokes andthinkabout blowjobs insteadofour fucking girl?!”Two more chews are taken.“Howcanyoubesofucking calmwhileshesout there scared?!Andhurt?!Anddying?!Beingtortured?!”The very end of the food is wedged into my mouth beside the others.“Whyarentyoupanickingmoreorlosingyourshitortryingtoripthemapaparttofindher?!”

Nolan replies in the most unphased way possible.“Chew.”

Outrage floods my system, straightening my spine, pushing me to sit up straight only to be immediately met by more pain.

Pain that causes me to groan again.

Groans that are muffled by the contents stifling my ability to clearly speak.

Post furious grinding and necessary swallowing, I take the bottle of water Nolan’s offering me along with the two pills.

Cold water does its best to soothe my dry, scratchy throat as much as my worked-up temper.

“I’m calm,” Nolan gradually begins, placing the bottle on the nightstand beside me so I don’t have to, “because Ineedto be.”He slowly screws on the lid.“Because now is not the time to be burnin’ a bunch of rubber jus’ to be burnin’ it, Kid.”The bottle of pain killers is abandoned beside it.“Me bein’ peel off into the night pissed doesn’t get me answers any faster.Doesn’tfixyou.Doesn’tsaveour woman or our son.”His warm palm lovingly lands on my leg.Protectively.“All that does is burn fuel I know Imma need later when it matters most, which is what I needyou,” he squeezes, “to get through that armored fuckin’ head of yours.”Him scooting a little closer successfully lowers my shoulders.“Restnow‘cause there won’t be time later.”

Once more, my head dramatically hits the headboard.“How can I think about shit elsebutthis?How we let this happen?How we didn’t see this coming?!How they could’ve killed me?!How-” His hand firmly landing on my crotch abruptly cuts off my speech on a guttural groan.“What are you doing?”

“Giving you something else to think about, you filthy, little fuck.”

I prepare to argue when my cock twitches against his palm proving he might be onto something.

“Distracting you.” The less than gentle tug curls my toes.“Us.”

“Didn’t the uh…” words do their best to form around groans of both pleasure and discomfort, “doc say no…um…stren…um…strain…uh…something not…moving activities?”

He devilishly chortles.

Squeezes tighter.

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