Page 84 of Hunted: Season Two
And – I’m gonna go out into the middle of the track when I say this – the one that seems to be working now.
“Flwaguckkkk!” shouts The Kid around Rabbit’s additional pouring from the pot she brought down. “Cwolv!”
“Should provide more relief,” she states between cringes.
It’s impossible not quirk an eyebrow as I question, “Should?”
“Look, I am not a pepper sprayexpert, okay?” Her worried gaze shifts to mine. “I’m just more familiar with it and the dos and donts than the two of you.”
“True.” The two of us briefly stop pouring to let our boyfriend catch his breath. “Slower, Kid. Don’t overwork your lungs or irritate your throat more.”
This time he nods rather than retorts.
Guess pain really is the best teacher.
“How the fuck did this happen?”
“Apparently, Kid was working on that awful haired cunt’s car fromF9.”
Bewilderment furrows my brow. “What?”
“Cipher,” our boyfriend coughs out. “Her name…” a couple more coughs precede him clearing his throat, “was Cipher.”
“That dead bitch’s name wasWhit.”
He shakes his head in tandem with rapid blinking meant to help his vision somehow. “In the movie.”
“Fuckin’ really, Kid?” My shoulders along with my grip on the hose loosen. “That’s what you focused on?”
“Says Mr. Spit and Swallow,” sasses Rabbit with a snarky smirk at the same time she retrieves the towel she has slung over her shoulder. “I’m gonna gently pat dry your face and see if we need to keep flushing, okay?”
Another nod is offered.
“Stay still.” Gingerly, she begins pressing the dry cloth onto the cleansed space under his eyes. Dab by dab, red and swollen patches are revealed, the sights so stomach churning infuriating that I damn near snap the hose in half. “Whitwas supposedly recommended to The Kid by Butler-”
“But she wasn’t?”
“I think sheusedButler to get to Kipp to get tome.” Rabbit lovingly grips his chin to inspect the territory as a whole. “Her plan was to deliver me to Brad.” The tipping of his head backwards has his wet locks dangling like a porn shot I don’t fucking need right now. “Pretty sure killing you wasn’t part of it.” An adoring touch to his nose sparks a smile. “Just like I’m pretty suregetting killedwasn’t either.”
“You killed her?” he asks, voice – thankfully – less hoarse.
“Of course. I’d do anything to protect our family.”
Her response swells my chest and pushes my shoulders back in pride.
As much as I don’twantour woman’s hands sullied by blood, I won’t pretend I don’t find comfort in knowing she’s here to stay.
To fight.
With us.
For us.
Our. Family.
“I should’ve fucking been here,” I grouse while turning off the hose we’re done using. “I should’ve-”
“Been exactly where the fuck you were,” she snaps, towel and pot being discarded on the ground. “Donotstart blaming yourself for having a life outside of these walls.” Any chance of rebuttal is destroyed by Rabbit redirecting her scolding to The Kid who is starting to stand. “And you don’t start that shit either.Youdidnothingwrong. And youshouldbe working on cars.Keepworking on cars. And living your life.” Another shift of words is delivered. “Andyouliving yours.” All of a sudden, her hands gesture inward. “And me fucking living mine! That’s what we all agreed to! And that’s what we’re gonnakeepfucking doing because otherwise Brad wins! And he can’t win!” There isn’t time for my mouth to even twitch in thought. “He won’t win…”