Page 98 of Hunted, Season Three

Postpone processing the new grief.

“I wouldn’t get that close to me, Beverly,” I viciously warn on my own step forward.“That’s how your precious offspring lost a fucking eye.”

Chapter 21

Nolan

I roll my eyes in irritation yet still answer the call on a heavy sigh, “What?”

Nothing.

Not a word.

Not a cough.

Not even a faint giggle.

“What?” escapes in an even more irked tone than before.

Still silence.

Forfuckssake,really?

Right now?

She wants to play stupid games, where the prize is me suffering from a stress induced stroke because the last shit I need at this very fucking minute is my self-absorbed ex on my goddamn phone distracting me from the literal ticking clock we’re up against?

Fuck that.

And fuck her.

I prepare to hang up the phone when a sudden rustling noise is heard.

An ass dial?

She ass dialed me?

How the fuck is that even possible in this day and age?

You mean to tell me smartphones ain’t smarter than that by now?

Yet again, I move to end the call only to beat to it by an unfortunately loud crunch.

What the fuck was that?

“Ace?”Garcia cautiously calls out from his position across the room.“You want coffee or not?You’re holding up the line.”

“There’s no fuckin’ line.”Our eyes briefly meet.“You’re in my kitchen, asshole, not that piece of shit coffee joint you worship at.”

“Me,dick breath,” he lightly laughs.“I’m the fucking line.”

Amusement threatens to be seen in my glare.

“Yes or no?”

There isn’t time to answer courtesy of the unhappy huffs attached to Kid who’s attempting to get off the couch beside me.“I can ma-”

“Don’t even,” is instantly thrown in his direction over my shoulder.

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