Page 90 of Hunted: Season Two

Honestly?

I getherneeding a little more independence post a week of that shit.

And Nolan?

Nolan had to run the shopalonefor a week, which I also fucking hated. All I wanted to do was get back under the hoodofsomething, fuck,anythingto distract me from the fact that I can’t pick up extra gigs until this McAdams bullshit is handled.

His capability to indirectly get to us through a seemingly innocent third party – Butler was thoroughly investigated by the town copsandGarcia’s team – has resulted in me taking onminimalamounts of new customers, with those that I doliterallybrought to me by Nolan who then sticks around to guarantee there’s not some fucked up ulterior motive to the shit.

It’s ourinabilityto predict the danger that’s led me to keeping a gun in my favorite toolbox.

And why the sheriff hosted a town meeting about the threat McAdams poses prior to assigning a plain clothes officer to scan the garage every day, unannounced; although that measure, I could do without.

I miss banging Bunny over the hood of cars that weren’t ours.

I’m trying not to worry that it may never happen again.

I mean we haven’t experienced even a warning light’s worth of danger since she made that phone call, but I doubt we have much longer before he makes his next move.

He’s unfortunately like my favorite franchise in that aspect.

No matter what he says, there’s definitely going to be another sequel to the shit.

“Whereisthe cheese?” I curiously investigate, noticing that there isn’t anything on the counter but his keys.

“Downstairs.” An almost boyish beam pops onto his face. “With your Christmas gift.”

Paganihavefuckingmercy.

Can’t believe we’re already getting close to Christmas.

I swear Bunny was just stubbornly sleeping in the backseat of her busted car two weeks ago.

I love that she let us sell that shit when she decided to permanently park herself with us.

We had her put the money away for when she’s ready for her next vehicle, whichwewill accompany her in buying to avoid that fuck her over ‘cause she’s a pretty face shit.

Lifting my eyebrows in question instantly occurs. “To have early?”

“Absolutely.” Seeing him push his shoulders back in pride undeniably revs my heart to faster speeds. “You’re gonna fuckin’ love it.”

“Likely.” It’s my turn to bashfully blush. “No one knows me quite like you do,Sir.”

“Fuckme,” Nolan gravelly grumbles on an adjustment of his cock. “Don’t you start cock teasing too.”

Additional laughter bounces around the kitchen as I help our girl down to her feet.

Shit.

What am I gonna getthem?!

Should I already have gotten them something?!

I’ve never had to get my girlfriend or boyfriend or both at the same time anything for Christmas.

Are there special rules?

Should I ask someone for advice?