Page 21 of Vengeful

He mimed popping out one of his eyeballs and pulling off the skin like it was a grape. He pretended to pop it into his own mouth and grinned.

"Yuck, bro," Hunter said. "Only you would think about eating your own eyeball."

"Actually, I prefer other people's eyeballs." Parker closed the SUV's door behind him and draped an arm over my shoulders.

"You're not having my eyeballs," I told him. "I need them."

He leaned over and kissed my temple. "Yes you do. You need them for admiring my cock."

"Amongst other things," I agreed.

"Yes,mycock." Hunter pressed a hand to his groin.

"As fascinating as all our cocks are, we need to get this practice trial started," Slade said.

"So you admit my cock is fascinating." Parker wiggled his eyebrows at Slade.

"They are fascinating, but Slade is right. I'd like to get this practice over with before it gets dark."

I cast my gaze toward the sky that wouldn't be dark for hours. I'd much rather think about fucking them, but for now I had to focus on surviving another practice and memorising the terrain.

"Slade is usually right," Slade said.

Parker groaned. "Great, now Slade is turning into Hunter."

"What is Hunter turning into?" Hunter asked. He seemed genuinely curious.

Parker shrugged. "If you're really lucky, you'll turn into me. Don't hold your breath though, I don't think even you could be that lucky."

"I'm way luckier then," Hunter protested. "I'm me. The only thing I'm turning into is an even better version of myself."

"Keep telling yourself that." Parker patted him on the shoulder with the hand that wasn't lightly touching mine.

Hunter flipped him off. He pulled out his phone and tapped on the screen. "We have three hours and twenty-seven and a half minutes until the sun sets. Plenty of time."

He shoved his phone back into his pocket. "Just like last time, head north. You know what you're looking for this time, the road."

He turned to Slade and pointed his finger right under his nose. "No driving around there to get in front of us this time. No helicopters or any shit like that either. If we're chasing Lila, we do this on foot."

"Yes, daddy," Slade teased.

Hunter's eyebrows shot up. "Hey, that works, coming from you too."

"Only if you want to call me sir until the end of time," Slade retorted.

"Hard pass," Hunter told him. "At the risk of spoiling anyone's fun, we won't be chasing Lila down today."

"We won't?" Parker looked unimpressed.

"No, Park, we won't. We will be moving in roughly the same direction, keeping our eyes peeled for any changes. Or any sign of intended changes, tampering, human activity, skulduggery or any kind of fuckery."

"Okay, but what's the difference between skulduggery and fuckery?" Parker asked.

"One is worse than the other," Hunter said. "Hence the reason I put them in that order. The difference is subtle but significant."

"You might have to explain that one to us later," Slade said. "Maybe when we've had a beer or two. It might make sense then."

"It makes perfect sense," Hunter protested. "Just keep your eye out for shit, okay?"

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