Ready Or Not (The Hunter’s Club #2)

Chapter 8

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Invincible - Adelitas Way

Manson: Thought I could get a little more use out of your pet.

The text is sent with a picture of Manson pointing a gun at Rachel. She’s looking with those big doe eyes at the camera.

I shoot up from my chair. “What in the ever-loving fuck?” What is Manson doing? Before I can think, I throw my chair across my garage, and it clatters into the wall with a crack.

Manson is messing with my toy. My toy. I told him to kill her, not fuck with her.

Rage—the only true emotion I feel—flows through me. I don’t feel most things. Haven’t since I was a kid. According to society, that’s made me do some fucked up things. Fuck society. They’re a bunch of group-thinking morons. The things I’ve done have always had a purpose. Even if that purpose was to kill my never-ending boredom.

But Manson? Manson is another beast entirely. He’s extreme, even to my standards. Especially when it comes to me.

Me: You’re pathetic.

My hands shake. Always. He always has to butt his way into every single part of my life. If there’s one emotion I feel every day, it’s hatred for Manson Kennedy.

Manson: Awfully emotional. Did something upset you?

I throw my phone down on my workbench. I know better than to respond to his needling. The attention is what he wants. Craves. And it pisses him off more when he doesn’t get it.

Instead, I pace.

When I saw the animals, I stopped being interested in Rachel. People who hurt animals for personal gain are the worst of the worst scum to me. I’m careful about every animal product I consume. I hunt, but I use every bit of the animal. So it’s not the fact that he has Rachel , but the fact that he thinks he can take what was mine. Like he’s been doing ever since I met him when we were teens.

Fuck! I grab my butcher knife and hurl it across the room. It sticks into the wall and quivers there.

I’m gonna kill him, and I’m going to enjoy every minute of it.