Page 103 of Hunted, Season Three

“Those are come fuck me eyes,” jovially pokes Garcia.

Bewilderment immediately pushes my brow down.“Brax?”

“Little November?”echoes Nolan during his relocating to the situation.

“Jus’ November now, sir,” he politely corrects while offering his palm for shaking.

“Nolan,” my grumbly protector insists as they clasp palms.Once they’re grips split, he wraps his arm around my shoulder and states, “Sorry about your old man.Would’ve said somethin’ to you day of the funeral but…” He innocently shrugs.“You weren’t around.”

“I was on an assignment.”His sun kissed chin kicks a little higher into the air.“Contact for non-mission reports was prohibited.”

“Marine?”questions Garcia alongside his arrival beside me.

“Former, sir,” retorts the retired soldier I hate myself a little for imagining looked pretty damn good in his uniform.“I now work in the private sector.”His open palm is extended towards our attorney.“Braxton November.”

“Victor Garcia.”

Post their cordial gesture, he returns his attention to my partner.“I hate that I wasn’t around to bury him.I hate that he had to be buried too soon even more.”His crystal glare darkens.“I appreciate the opportunity to aid in delivering a bit of justice that the law could not.”

A smug smirk is attached to our sheriff announcing, “Little November here-”

“Jus’.November.”

“-kindly brought along quite an arsenal for us to choose from.”

The duffle bag containing the weapons is slightly lifted for display.“There are way more fucking benefits to doin’ what I do best in the private sector.”

“I wanna test my own,” Norm offhandedly declares with a head tap towards his rifle.

“Guns are messy but more importantly, they’re loud,” announces the blue-eyed addition I can’t deny is periodically glancing at me like I do a new Ferrari when I pass them by.“On a rescue mission, which I was informed this was, you wantquiet.You wanna do big things with minimal mess.”Another glimpse at me precedes him speaking to the rest of the group.“And even less noise.”

Okay.

Yeah.

I see the eye fucking now.

First that dude at the car store.

Now this?

Does being engaged somehow make me hotter?

“There’s other gear in here that can assist in the operation.Knives.Smoke grenades.Flash grenades – although they make noise but stun the enemies’ senses long enough for a quieter takedown.Earplugs – those are recommended if we’re plannin’ on firing weapons at any point.Brass knuckles.Hatchet.Rope.Zip ties.Mace.Mini shovel-”

“Is that a wet work bag or a serial killer kit?”Garcia good naturedly goads getting the group to grin.

Brax merely winks in return.

AintnowayinNASCARcountrythat he’s aserialkiller.

Killer?

Without a doubt.

Killer for fun?

No.

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