Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70554 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
There’s no hesitation to ask, “Why you?”
“I guess I was closest? Fuck, I don’t know.” His shrug is rather innocent. “And I honestly didn’t care. All I gave a shit about was that reward. It’s fucking huge.”
Can’t imagine it’s worth his fucking life.
“And I swear the shit gets huger every day.”
Too bad he’ll never see a fucking cent of it.
“Our employer – uh…McAdams – had warned us that you two basically have a leash on her at all times-”
“I don’t appreciate that fucking phrasing,” Bunny huffs.
“I’m tellin’ you, Rabbit,” our partner playfully waggles his eyebrows, “you might like it.”
“And I might like turning your testies into a chew toy. Should we try that too?”
“Rabbits don’t need chew toys.”
“Incorrect. They have an innate need to chew. It helps wear down their teeth.”
“You know I don’t like bite marks on my trunk.”
“Twig.”
“Don’t make me my whip the shit out in mixed company to correct you.”
Light snickers leaving them both encourage my shoulders to lower and relief to roll itself through my system.
We’re okay.
Everything is gonna be okay.
This hasn’t rocked anyone too much.
They’re still them.
We’re still…us.
My family is still intact.
Still fresh to the dealership floor.
Whole.
“He uh…he also told us that she hadn’t been spotted in public much lately and that even when she was, she was never left unprotected, not even to take a fucking leak, so getting directly to her is…damn near fucking impossible.”
“That phrasing I love,” Bunny warmly announces.
“Unless we were to attach the word Mission to it,” Nolan mirthfully grumbles.
“Blow me for not being in love with Tom Cruise like the two of you.”
“We are not in love with Tom Cruise, nor will we reward you for your shit taste in movies,” our boyfriend chastises in such a way I can’t help but snicker. “I mean who doesn’t fucking like the Mission Impossible franchise?”
“They have some incredible fucking cars in those movies. That Lambo Gallardo in 3? It made more than a brief cameo in my dreams for weeks after I first saw it.”
“Can we focus on the fuckface currently tied up and not the one you two clearly have fan club memberships to?”
Amused glares precede us relocating our attention back to the trembling individual who resumes speaking the instant we do.
“Because of her being so obviously inaccessible, this was my one real shot.” The kidnapper pauses to correct himself. “His one shot at someone actually catching her. Fucker even promised to double the reward if I was successful.”
Can’t help but wonder if he offered that because he knew this guy wouldn’t be.
Huh.
What if this whole thing was just one more power play ploy?
A revving of his engine to let us know more of what we already know is under his hood.
“Where is he?” Nolan damn near growls the question Bunny and I are clearly both thinking. “Where. Is. McAdams?”
“I don’t know.”
“Do you need a fucking liquid reminder?” I threaten, hand reaching for the plastic jug.
“No! No!” He hoarsely shrieks. “I swear to fucking god I don’t!”
“Were you supposed to deliver me directly to him?” The wanted woman curiously searches for a clue. “To one of his associates? Frat bros? His godawful mother? His poor Stockholm syndrome-stricken father?”
“I-I-I’m not s-s-sure.”
Nolan slowly shakes his head at the same time he coldly warns, “You’re back to being unhelpful, Toothless Tony.”
“I-I-I…” he verbally stumbles encouraging me to grip the handle on the bottle. “I can’t give you what I don’t have!” The sight of me slowly transitioning the object closer summons more screeching. “My phone!”
All actions from me abruptly stop.
“Take my phone!”
Tilting my head to one side occurs in wordless curiosity.
“It’s a burner to his burner so you can’t trace it, but maybe you can see where his calls have like bounced on towers or some shit?! Or text him to back the fuck off?? Tell him she’s moved on and that you’re not bodyguards, but boyfriends! Maybe he doesn’t know that?! Or…or…tell him the cops are closing in?! That they’re looking for him! Or…or…or…oh! The other hunters?! You can try to find them! We kind of share information shit between us. Agreed to divvy up the big payoff if anyone’s shit actually helped anyone else catch her.”
“All viable options,” Nolan all knowingly hums. “Question is…where do we begin after we kill you?”
Chapter 8
Bunny
Post folds his arms across his chest and slowly nods. “According to the coroner, this is an open and shut situation.”
Probably not what I would brand this moment, but that’s not my job.
In fact, the only thing I’m supposed to do is sit here and look pretty.
Well, pretty and petrified.
Garcia says it’ll sell the whole thing better.
And it is a sell because no part of me is scared about what we did or what we’re capable of doing.
It’s actually rather empowering.
I like that feeling.
I like that they help cultivate that feeling.