Page 24 of Hunted, Season Three

Just slow and controlled and concentrated breathing as I alternate between severing strikes to whatever’s desperately trying to keep his bones together and driving the edge of the bar into the space to wedge the gap wider and wider.

Brad’s other leg wildly jerks in determination to reach me or free him or maybe even shake my boyfriends’ holds leaving me no choice but to abruptly stop my dissection to whack it in discouragement.

The strike lands right at thigh level resulting in additional pain being delivered to his crotch, a byproduct that prompts me into villainously grinning.

Relocating to the gap between his sprawled appendages.

Tossing Mutt back his tool and reaching my hand towards Kid.“Cutters.”

Curiosity crosses his face yet doesn’t delay him transferring the item to me.

I flash hima smile of gratitude and mischievously rub the round edge across Brad’s lap in search of my target.

“Rabbit…”

Locating my goal – or close enough to call it – I merely spread the handles of the tool on a toothier grin, wrist pain completely unregistering over the excitement.

“You’re not gonna-”

Our eyes lock and I begin forcefully squeezing, an action that rewrites the end of his statement.

“Apparently, you are.”

My gaze cuts over to Kid who casually informs, “You need to apply at least fifty pounds of pressure for it to pop.”When I quirk an eyebrow in surprise, he warmly beams.“You should put it on the ground and use your full weight to guarantee you see that checkered flag.”

God, I love him.

“Why do you know that?”Nolan grumbles, mirth notably in his tone.“Why thefuckdo you know that, Kid?”

“Good shit to know.”

“Why is that good shit to know?!”

“For moments like this?”

“This is not a fuckin’ moment either of us were plannin’ on, so I’mma need a better goddamn answer.”

“Car shits heavy,” the younger man we both adore announces as I reposition the tool to follow through with his suggestion.“It’s good to know what could happen to your balls if something falls.”

Mutt grunts.

Nods.

Grunts again.“That tracks.”He uses the edge of the crowbar to crane Brad’s head upward to watch the impending annihilation.“I think you should give him an A on his physics examine.”

“Biology,” I correct, foot now on the handle.

“It’s energy and force,” argues the father of our child over the trapped screaming of our victim.“That’s.Physics.”

“It involves the human body and its functions.”One forceful foot press precedes me sassily stating.“That’s.Biology.”

Mangled shrieks rush to dart out of my dying stalker only to remain ensnared due to his mutilated throat.

“However, what we’re about to do you, Brad,” I vilely begin while repositioning the object to destroy his other ball, “isethology.” My foot once more replaces my fingers.“Get ready to learn what happens when you threaten animals like us out in the wild…”

Chapter 5

Nolan

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