Page 227 of Unravelling The Beast

She looks at me like I’m fucking insane, which I am, before she speaks quickly.

“I can’t do that, Arlo, no!”

“Yes, you fucking can, and you will!”

Jasper speaks up behind me.

“Arlo, I’m not sure that—”

I swiftly raise my hand to silence him and look deep into Wren’s scared eyes.

“You’ve fucking got this.”

I watch her swallow hard before I start moving and walking backward until I’m far enough away that I come to a halt. I point at my chest while speaking loudly, my deep voice booming through the huge empty space.

“Right fucking here. Focus, and when you’re ready, squeeze the trigger.”

I brace myself as she raises her arms slowly and hesitantly with both hands, and I can see the focus in her eyes as she concentrates.

She suddenly shoots without hesitation, and the impact knocks me back a little and takes the wind out of my body, but I quickly collect myself before looking down at the vest.

Jasper shouts in shock.

“Holy fucking shit!”

When I see a bullet wedged into my chest, the bruising pain becomes apparent, and I lift my eyes to meet hers. She exhales a long, jittery breath before lowering the gun. A big smile spreads across my face before I rush up to her and as soon as I’m close enough, I lift her around me, spinning her around and we both laugh.

I yell with a big smile on my face.

“You’re a fucking savage!”

She beams down at me before quickly dipping her head and kissing me deeply as I lower her to her feet. I slide my hands to her juicy ass and give it a squeeze as I devour her mouth, feeling a number of deep emotions, but mostly fucking pride.

Suddenly, my phone begins to ring in my pocket, and I reluctantly pull away from her while reaching for it. I look down at it and when I see the name, I know I have to take it.

“I’ve got to take this.”

I walk away while looking down at the flashing screen and as I pass Jasper, I shout to him.

“Pack this shit away, will you, bro? I’ll be a minute.”

When I get outside, I answer the call to my hacker and place the phone in my ear.

“Yeah?”

“Arlo, I’ve looked into this cop that you asked me about, and I’ve found out some interesting information.”

I raise my eyebrow as I respond.

“Tell me more.”

I take my cigarettes out of my inside pocket before biting one and lighting the end as he continues.

“James Jones is his full name. He is 40 years old and usually lives and works in Los Angeles. He recently divorced his wife and had served in the special forces known as the Green Berets, which are regarded as one of the world’s most elite special forces.”

I blow out smoke before I speak.

“Get to the good shit.”

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