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)
Considering the fact that I’m licking their cum off my hand as I pull into the funeral home parking lot, I think it’s safe to say it’s in the realm of possible.
She’s definitely got that type of hold on us.
After finding a spot near the back, The Kid politely helps Rabbit out of the seat they were just sharing while I properly clean my hands and take a moment to check the unread text from Garcia.
Garcia: Getting a second opinion on those spiked lug nuts.
A small smirk of relief slides into place.
Good.
All those fucking bounty hunters are about to learn exactly why they picked the wrong woman to hunt.
Transitioning out of the vehicle occurs around the same time that my boyfriend and girlfriend arrive on my side of the truck, all sated smiles, which is a sight I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of.
I love it when they’re both like this.
Calm.
Peaceful.
Yeah, I know we’re here to pay our respects to November and listen to the town lie about what a perfect man he was when he was alive, but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy the two people who are alive and well beside me.
Or that I won’t.
“You both have sex hair,” I tease prior to locking the truck. “At a funeral.”
“No,” Rabbit playfully argues, fingers reaching for mine, “we have ‘Born to Be Alive’ hair.”
“Isn’t the song ‘Born to Be Wild’?” The Kid casually asks in return, arm draping lovingly around her shoulder.
“That’s by Steppenwolf,” our girlfriend informs and redirects her gaze to him. “And a completely different song.”
“It is?” he innocently ponders.
“Do you just wake up in the morning on a mission to age us, Kid?” I good naturedly goad, getting more chuckles out of him. “Is it called Mission: Most Likely?”
“Dad jokes?” The Kid freely laughs louder. “Really?” He shakes his head in amusement. “You’re aging yourself there, Sir.”
“Don’t make me put you over my knee,” slips out around my own airy chortles.
“Promises. Promises.”
“Can I get in on that promise?” Rabbit interjects along our walk towards the open doors.
Kid waggles his eyebrows during his questioning, “Being spanked or doing the spanking?”
Additional chuckles bounce around the three of us yet instead of letting myself fully succumb to them, something out of the corner of my eye catches my attention.
Glancing off to the left, I search for what moved, only to see nothing.
No one.
Not even a bird flying low in the sky.
Huh.
Maybe it was simply a leaf.
Or a bug.
It’s probably nothing to worry about.
It’s…most likely…nothing to worry about.
Uncertainty pushes me to grip our woman’s hand tighter as I slyly survey the area again, scanning for anything that can explain what I swore I saw.
What’s got the hairs on the back of my neck beginning to stand.
“Your check engine light looks on,” the male who knows me better than myself some days murmurs under his breath, shifting my stare over to him. “Explain.”
I simply stuff down the unidentified notion for the nagging and shake my head. “It’s nothing.”
“Nolan.”
“I’m fine, Kid.” Clearing my throat precedes me kicking my chin forward to the open funeral doors and letting go of our woman’s hand. “Take Rabbit inside.” The slowing of my steps is next. “I’ll be there shortly.”
“But-”
“Go.”
“But-”
“Now.”
He unwillingly surrenders while she stops mid stride, a mere step away from the curb and shoots me a quirked eyebrow.
“Just need to make a quick call about that order we discussed.”
They nod their understanding in tandem and continue towards the pending service.
It isn’t until they’re both safely inside that I veer off in the direction I’m convinced someone was watching us.
McAdams wouldn’t come here.
He’s insane but smart.
Showing up here would be insane but stupid.
He wouldn’t be safe to make a move…unless the move is mentally fucking with us.
That whole toying with his prey shit Bunny described.
Maybe this is him and how he does it.
Sneaks around corners.
Lets you feel watched without being able to confirm you’re being watched.
And he better not let me confirm that shit.
Because if I can confirm it, I’ll kill him and deal with the consequences later.
Once more, my visual skimming of the scene when I reach the building’s corner, seems to pop up nothing, convincing me to get back to my pair. The spinning of my heels is slow and deliberate, yet this time, that’s when the flicker of activity occurs again.
It is a person.
And they’re on the move.
Disappearing around the backs of vehicles.
In between.
Camouflaging themselves as they creep along in such a way that calls to me to follow.
Verify.
Harder pounding abruptly begins in my chest due to anxiousness increasing to the same speed of my quickening movements.
The faster it races, the faster my feet seem to go.
The less I seem to blink.
Fucking think.
All of a sudden, the individual comes to a complete halt at the driver’s side of an SUV as if wordlessly daring me to come get them.