Rugger: The Huntress (The Grey List #3)

Chapter 1

ONE

It wasn’t luck that had gotten us here. Neither was it my right to disrupt what the universe was trying to bring to fruition. Be it fate or faith that had brought her back into my line of sight, I wasn’t disciplined enough to let her leave.

Third time’s the charm.

The familiar logic registered with me for once. The first time I’d laid eyes on her chocolate-coated skin was the second the door of her Lexus swung open. It wasn’t my dick that hardened.

It was my heart that softened. And, for that reason, I couldn’t step out of the car when she beckoned for me with her silence and folded arms after her door pushed up against mine.

It wasn’t the scratch in my paint I was concerned with. It was the impression she’d made on me without uttering a word. Covered in black, she was stunning standing out in the cold on unsteady limbs.

Impatient.

Determined.

Preoccupied .

They didn’t make them like her anymore. Melanin was infused in her skin at such a high dosage that you could barely tell where her clothes ended and began. The natural shine of her cheeks and forehead made her entire face glow. Intrigued, I watched her as she stared at the tint of my car.

When she waltzed in the other direction, the beating of my heart resumed. Whatever power she possessed, I quickly understood that it was smarter if I evaded it while I had the chance. However, it was proven to be nearly impossible.

She was magnetic. Her aura was damning. Her presence was commanding. She was blessed with something far beyond my comprehension. But, my ignorance was blissful. The knowledge I didn’t have, I craved.

Remaining studious in life was the key to survival. The ability to digest new, helpful information had kept me above ground. Tonight would confirm the theory of mine for the umpteenth time, because it seemed as though the unrhythmic beating of my heart was directly linked to those long legs, chiseled cheekbones, and never-ending ponytail.

Slope . I’d allowed the second opportunity to pass us by. Her heels were backpedaling out of the door as quickly as she’d come in. I’d just stepped foot inside the bar. One blink of mine and she was gone.

Bar Balgaria promised me a life-altering encounter. Another chance. Another moment. Against every fucking rule in my book, I accepted the offer.

I gnawed on the inside of my bottom lip – unfamiliar feelings pooling around me.

“What can I get for you?” The bartender asked.

Immediately, splattered blood sheeted my eyes. Amongst the unfamiliar feelings, jealousy sprouted its ugly head.

Settle down .

Losing his life because he was simply doing what the higher ups paid him for would be a cruel way to die, but speaking to the woman who was beckoning my heart from my chest justified the possibility.

Slowly, she whipped her head in his direction. Every fucking thing around us halted. Time, for me, didn’t progress. Nothing did. Everything stilled.

Fuck .

She was uncomfortably close. Yet, there was contentment intertwined in the uneasiness. She reeked of wealth, class, and beauty. Simply from watching her, I understood she was a bank of knowledge.

The fragrance she wore agreed with every thought I conjured. She was no average woman. She was regal. She was royal. She was rare.

“Uh– yes. Dirty martini.”

I hardened in the darkness underneath the bar. The notable base of her voice was intoxicating. Sex oozed from her lips as she spoke.

Escort . Possible occupations began running through my head.

Sex worker.

Dancer.

Sugar baby.

There was nothing revealing that either of those operations were part of her everyday world, but the seduction she produced so effortlessly made the thoughts worthwhile. It almost felt pointless if she wasn’t familiar with at least one. She was that damn commanding.

She had long ago emphasized the first word of her response, furthering my assumptions. Before I had time to recover from the first dose of her, she had the needle to my arm and was injecting another one straight into my veins.

“Dirty martini, coming right up.”

“And, one for the road.”

“Two dirty martinis coming right up.”

Shut the fuck up . The sound of his voice intercepting the connection that had been birthed was making my flesh crawl.

Her impatience led her to the end of the bar before the bartender could finish his sentence. She pressed her back against the wall and began observing the crowd around us.

Searching for her next source of income, I concluded.

There was no need to search. He was standing just inches away. And, whatever the price, he was willing to pay. Because, he understood his power as well and knew that it would only take a few minutes of her time to carve out a section of her brain to claim as his own for as long as he wanted.

Long as he needed.

Long as it served him.

Long as it served her.

Free of charge .

Her nervous fingers gripped the strap of her shoulder bag. I began to vomit at the mouth, using more words at once than I had in the last three weeks.

“You’re going to age the leather much faster than you should if you don’t loosen your grip.”

Her eyes crept up on me. A hand went to her hip, slightly opening her coat to expose the monochrome attire underneath. Her details were addictive.

Gold jewelry was at a minimum, but announced her status without her having to. She wasn’t hurting for a fucking thing. One piece of gold from her body and she’d easily acquire a ten thousand dollar payout and that was for the cheapest piece on her.

I breathed her in. I bathed in her ambiance. I locked her features in my memory with promises of keeping them forever.

From her narrow nose to her eyes that were sharp at each end and the widest in the very center. She was thin, but curves still expanded her body in all the right places. Her design was immaculate.

Really, nigga?

I tilted my head and sucked the skin of my teeth. The line was possibly the corniest I could muster, but I wasn’t in control of much right now.

Had I been, then I wouldn’t have shared any words to begin with. This was far beyond my realm. Engaging in unsolicited conversation or conversation at all for the matter, was against every ritual I practiced.

Yet, I prevailed. The slow, steady breath she released was revealing. So was her change in posture. She straightened her spine even more. Her breasts pushed forward, piercing the air just a little bit more.

Almost immediately after my words exited my mouth, two stones appeared behind her black blouse. Those dark eyes formed slits. She took me in, scanning me from head to toe. And, for the first time in my fucking life I hoped someone was satisfied with what they consumed of me. Physically. Verbally. Mentally .

SIlence .

Unblinking and unmoving, her gaze met mine. Slowly, I turned to face her completely and stood to my full potential.

Before now, I’d been afraid that if I took in too much of her at once, I’d overdose. There was too much money at stake tonight to fumble. Aside from the time I’d have with her, if she allowed, I had prior engagements.

“Psalms,” I introduced myself, extending a hand.

The disgust on her face made me second-guess my approach. She glanced at my hand as if it was covered in fish residue. She didn’t linger long. Her eyes were on mine as quickly as they’d left.

The smell of olive juice swelled my nostrils. The questionable choices had finally arrived. I wasn’t ready to share her attention, so I silently dared the bartender to overstay his welcome.

“Your drink— ss ,” I mentioned, motioning toward the two glasses that had been slid down the bar.

I lost those dark orbs again. This time, they landed on the drinks just a few inches away from her. Instead of taking one, she reached for the receipt.

Have to be quicker , I thought, snatching it up.

“Don’t insult me Miss–” I paused, looking up from the receipt.

I was waiting for her to respond with a name. An alias. Something. Anything to remember her by. She remained silent.

Cold-fucking blooded . I found her silence amusing and arousing at once.

She wrapped her hand around the neck of the glass, placed it at her lips and didn’t pull it away until the contents of it were emptied. The lone olive, she popped into her mouth and began chewing.

I passed the untraceable card to the bartender, still stalking my prey.

“Do you speak?”

She had something on her mind. I could see it in those eyes of hers. She was hesitant to speak, but there were words that needed to be spoken, nonetheless.

In all my years, I’d never surrendered to a challenge. In fact, I found them quite stimulating.

“A challenge. Noted.”

I picked up the pen to sign the name my parents had given me.

You’re slipping .

I quickly noticed the error and made a mental note of correction before the night ended. For now, I had a more urgent concern.

She lifted the glass of her second drink. I could feel her eyes on me, observing every move I made. Curiosity wouldn’t allow her to stray.

Gratitude chilled my spine. When I turned back around, she was closer. Her eyelids were heavier. And her breasts were rounder.

“I’m a woman who knows herself. Should I begin to entertain you, there won’t be enough time left in my day to see to prior obligations.”

She speaks. My adrenaline heightened instantly, but still my features were unchanging. The hair on the nape of my neck, however, was standing at attention.

“Is that right?” I chuckled, interested in exactly what and who she was referring to.

Name please .

“It is. If the bulge in his pants wasn’t so convincing, I’d sip a little slower and talk a little longer, but my chariot awaits.”

Brain matter.

Exposed intestines.

Freshly penetrated soil.

Pallbearers in unison.

The mournful tears of a mother.

One after the other, they dashed through my thoughts.

Any man that touches you from this day forward is a dead man, my love .

Chuckling quickly turned into a menacing, penetrating glare. She matched my intensity.

She’s no easy task . I figured, honored to take her on regardless.

And, she doesn’t scare easily .

Her traits were piling in my head. I stored them in a sacred compartment that hadn’t been visited since I was a boy. Seventeen, exactly.

She lifted the glass again, finally causing me to fold. She was wondrous. Her victory didn’t come before mine. It was a privilege to have her in my line of vision at all.

She was willing to call my bluff. I was willing to teach her a valuable lesson.

I don’t bluff .

The game she was proposing, she wouldn’t win. I didn’t have the heart to tell her at the moment. And, a part of me didn’t want to spoil the fun. I just hoped she understood the severity of it all.

By the time I was handing off the receipt, the spot beside me was empty. I used my right hand to grab the woman who was attempting to flee.

With my 6’4 frame, it was almost impossible for her to get too far too fast and I not be able to catch her. Though her limbs were extensive, they weren’t as long as mine.

“You hit my car with your door,” I whispered through clenched teeth.

She was stirring things within me that were inexplicable. Whatever feeling this was, I wasn’t fond of it but neither could I stray away from it. I was trapped. Smitten. Invested .

I hadn’t told her anything she didn’t know. The lack of movement of those gorgeous features told me so. She paid close attention to detail.

I was almost certain the handwriting on the receipt matched the handwriting on the note I’d left on her car although the names were different.

“And, you had an opportunity to speak to me about it. You chose not to exit your car so I’m choosing not to give a fuck anymore.”

Feisty.

A lethal tongue.

I have better use for it .

“Call me,” I demanded, uninterested in what the fuck she was talking about.

When I released her, she wasted no time heading in the opposite direction. She wasn’t far when she looked over her shoulder to send daggers through my heart.

“Don’t hold your breath, Sonnie .”

Hearing my name roll off her tongue revealed I was truly a man of great restraint when necessary, because it required almost everything in me not to pull her into the elevator, tongue her down until we reached the twenty-fourth floor, push her into my suite, and fuck her right on the full-sized bar.

Business, Sonnie.

I wasn’t here for her, but she’d quickly become my business. I headed in the opposite direction with thoughts of her still lingering.

I located the security office within seconds of leaving the lobby. No Name wasn’t my only prey tonight. She was merely the appetizer.

Pew.

Pew.

Pew.

Three bullets, four bodies.

I pulled the office chair in my direction and rested my bones. In front of me was a full spread of surveillance that captured every corner of the hotel, excluding the inside of their guests’ rooms.

The viewing of the twenty-fourth floor drew my attention toward the bottom left screen. It was late and most of the guests were already in bed for the night. There was little to no movement in the hallway. However, one figure in particular caught my eye.

Fuck .

Though my plan was slightly blemished, I pivoted. I shoved the data disruption device into the appropriate slot, prepared to swipe the surveillance from the last three days. In addition to the backlog, there wouldn’t be any salvageable feeds for the next twenty-four hours.

Fifteen.

Fourteen.

Thirteen.

Twelve.

Eleven.

Ten.

I counted down from fifteen. By the time I reached the number one, the motherboard had begun to flicker before blackening completely.

It wasn’t long before the system was rebooted, but nothing it captured could be revisited. The still images were useless. For the next twenty-four hours, they were blind.

I stuffed my weapon in my pants and pulled my clothing down over it as a means of concealment. Bar Balgaria was my destination.

My lips grew closer together. High-pitched whistles erupted in the silence of the lone hallway.

Baby tonight…

It’s gonna get nasty.

I want you at the tip of my tongue .

My exit was swift. The quietness assured me I was still alone. I preferred it that way.

An unnecessary kill was never on my list of things to do, but I would if it came down to it. My freedom was far too precious.

All down your body .

I ambled down the hall with a smile tugging at my lips.

My face is your pony.

And, I want you to ride it.

So I can drink your rivers down .

The things I planned to do with her body once I got the chance would be ungodly. Unspeakable. Unfathomable. Unmatched.

Tell me who gone fuck you like me…

I entered the dark space, prepared to consume something other than the woman heavy on my mind.

“Back so soon.” The bartender asked as I approached the stained wood.

“Never left,” I lied, forging a smile.

“Same thing?”

“Yes. Same thing.”

This time, I removed a twenty from my pocket and slammed it on the counter. I was tasked with locating one receipt already. I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.

“Coming right up.”

I pressed my back against the counter. The contortion of my face revealed everything I was thinking. The footage I’d encountered was as baffling as the fireworks exploding in my chest.

Instead of trying to dissect any of it, I accepted the drink I was handed and made my way out of the bar. I didn’t head upstairs. The time had come and it had passed me by, but I wouldn’t miss the next opportunity.

Slipping . I reminded myself for the second time in less than twenty-minutes.

I didn’t dwell. I took a seat in the lobby. The first sip from my glass was comforting. The second sip made me forget everything that had possibly gone astray with the plan I’d set in motion over the last seventy-two hours.

Patiently, I waited. The innocent . Their presence kept me planted in my seat. I removed the cellular device from the depths of my pocket. I scanned the blurry images of four young men, all of whom were on the way to the pits of hell.

Done .

I replied to the text that had been sent, confirming the capturing of their souls. A response was garnered almost instantly.

Funds deposited .

There was a follow up seconds later from the same sender.

Pleasure doing business with you .

Had I known the severity of the situation, I would’ve handled the job free of charge, but the payment was already in motion when the details were released. The heights the wealthy went to maintain their smudge-free identity never surprised me, but this wasn’t the case.

An innocent sleepover at a friend’s house was the only plan for the twelve year old son of Adam Jamerson. When he returned home unable to sit down on his behind, stand upright, or take a step without wincing in pain, his father understood what had happened.

Though furious, he knew there was only one solution to the problem that had presented itself. Yelling, getting authorities involved, or taking the older brothers and friends of his son’s best friend to court wasn’t it. He wanted blood. And, I couldn’t say that I blamed him.

Once his son was seen by their private physician and suspicions were confirmed, he nursed his son back to health and gave him a safe space to submit any details of his assault he was willing to. When he began spilling, he didn’t stop until his skin was bloodshot red, nose was running, and eyes had nearly swollen shut.

The information Adam retrieved was passed along to me. Four young adults. One pre-teen who had been awakened from his sleep at approximately four o’clock in the morning and assaulted for three hours straight.

He only had an hour to gather his bearings before his family’s driver fetched him at eight. Adam’s worst nightmare was staring him in the face when his son walked into the door.

The only time he’d let his guard down and decided a night at his son’s best friend’s home wouldn’t be the end of his world, his son was violated in the most heinous crime that had ever been committed against their family. Adam never mumbled a word about the assault. The odds of it happening was the reason he kept his children close.

It tore him to pieces watching his vibrant young son become a mere shell of himself. Four months passed before he made a call to someone who made a call to someone who put in an order. The line of communication ceased once it reached me.

I removed the SIM card from the phone in my hand. With both thumbs pressuring the plastic, I split it in two.

I sucked the skin of my teeth, contemplating revisiting the office I’d just left to make sure they all had a closed casket, but I kept my ass planted firmly in the seat and shoved the broken SIM card in the imitation mulch that covered the large, faux greenery.

See you motherfuckers in hell .

Bend the rules , I concluded.

Just as the thought was finalized, the elevator parted across the lobby.

Time and all else stood still as the slightly disheveled vixen strolled out of it. The phone intertwined in her fingers, pressed up against her ear made her look four inches taller, ten degrees hotter, and so much sexier than I remembered.

I had every right to hem her fine ass up and shake her down for details about her involvement with lames, but would bet my last dollar she wouldn’t utter a word. She was paid to keep quiet, keep secrets, and keep their dicks hard until their extracurricular fare ran low.

Sex work . My nostrils flared at the thought of her willingly giving her body to someone other than me. It hardly mattered that she didn’t know me, had never saw me, and didn’t know the first fucking thing about me but my name.

She’d imprinted on me. Sooner rather than later, she’d know everything she needed to know about me. I fully intended on bending the rules. Even if only for a little while.

Slowly, I lifted my body from the loveseat and planted my feet on the rug underneath me. My eyes were still trained on her. Momentarily, she paused, taking me all in.

It wasn’t long before she was in stride again. I cut my losses prematurely and headed in the direction from which she’d just come.

I’d made myself abundantly clear less than an hour ago and the ruling still stood.

Any man that touches you from this day forward is a dead man, my love .

The pinging of the elevator pulled me from my thoughts. I stepped off in pursuit of Room 2490 .

I made one turn after the other in the massive hotel until finally, I reached my destination. My lips formed an incredibly small circle. Sound followed their assembly.

Prrrrrr.

Prrrr.

Prrrrrr.

Prrrr.

The Glock 19 slid from my waist with ease. The silencer was still attached but the piece had cooled down. There were no signs of the lives it had taken nearly an hour prior. The keycard I’d swiped from the housekeeper who replenished my towels at noon granted my access.

Like a bouquet of the fresh roses I sat on my mother’s headstone every quarter of the year, the scent of fresh florals and vanilla toyed with the hairs of my nose. She’d been here. There was no mistaking the fragrance she wore.

It was unique. It was rich. It was regal. It was demanding. It was the definition of excellence in a bottle.

I rounded the first corner, following the sound of running water. Vulnerability made the easiest kills. With my gun aimed, I prepared to let off a single round into the body of a white collar criminal.

Eric Shander had a high ticket on his head. As the accountant for the oil tycoon, Evan Carter, he’s successfully stolen eight million dollars over the last six years he’d been employed. Almost. Unbeknownst to him, the money was slowly being deposited back into the account of its rightful owner and his life was about to end because of his transgressions.

The lack of movement from my unsuspecting victim stilled me. Baffled, I pushed forward and closer to the steam emitting from the shower glass that was ajar. In a pool of his own blood was Eric with lifeless eyes and limbs.

The revelation of my discovery rendered me speechless. As much as I wanted to linger on the subject, time was of the essence. I opened the vanity cabinet and removed the carefully packaged solution.

In an instant, I began pouring the acidic liquid onto the corpse. Thick bubbles formed as the sound of burning flesh soothed me. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that DNA evidence belonging to the marksmen responsible for Eric’s death was all over his genitals, underneath his fingernails, and likely in his mouth. I paid close attention to those areas before capping the solution and standing to my feet.

Suddenly, the clothes on my body began suffocating me. My palms grew sweaty and the twitching of my right eye had returned. I put the hotel suite behind me as I situated the black bag on my back, tugging the straps at the very bottom.

Silently, I descended on the elevator. My thoughts were clammy. My head was spinning. The whirlwind of a night I’d had felt miniscule to the pending future. Still, I found myself trying to make sense of it all. Every hour. Every minute. Every second. Every millisecond.

Fuck . My head dropped as I cupped my chin.

The chime of the elevator forced me to straighten my spine and lift my head. The doors opened to reveal the same chocolate skin that coated the woman who was haunting me in her absence.

Same nose.

Same eyes.

Same smile.

The height difference wasn’t as obvious to the naked eye, but to the trained eye it was quite obvious. They shared genes.

Same mother.

Same father.

Same fragran–

She waltzed pass me and into the elevator as I tried desperately to wrap my head around what the fuck was happening around me.

She kills . I surmised.

She cleans . I added.

The duffle in her hand wasn’t filled with clothes for the weekend. I’d bet everything in my bank account on my assumption.

The chips began falling in place. A chuckle left my lips with a shake of my head.

Sex work? I was offended my damn self.

With as much respect I had for the simple trade, it was hardly considered work in comparison to her occupation. Hadn’t I been invested over the last hour, she definitely had my attention now.

Who the fuck are these women?

The endless possibilities plagued me as I reached the parking lot where a heavy police presence was noted. There had been a homicide. They’d discovered it, but to keep from alerting their guests, they were keeping quiet.

To their dismay, the four twenty-one year old boys they were identifying wouldn’t be the only murder they’d need to conceal. There was an accountant upstairs melting into the shower floor. He’d need their assistance too.

Two public exits.

One emergency exit.

Twenty-four windows.

Nin–

“There are three ways to leave, my nigga. You can stop counting,” Killian sounded off.

His extended hand was useless. I fixed my posture and removed my elbows from the table. The dimly lit bar wasn’t my speed, but I hadn’t chosen the location of the meeting. It wasn’t one I wanted to have or one that was easy to acquire with Killian’s unpredictable schedule.

But, it was right here or me showing up at his home unexpectedly to discuss what had been on my mind for the last two hours. Some things couldn’t wait. This was one of them.

“Twenty-seven ways. Nine possible .”

“Twenty-seven, then.”

“Nine possible.”

“Same difference. What’s up? What is bothering you so much you pulled me out of some pussy to talk?” He paused momentarily, “I didn’t even know you talked. I assumed you were mute. So what’s up?”

“Sit down.” I nodded toward the chair in front of me. “And, there’s more where that came from.”

My eyes followed the trail that led to the woman behind the bar who hadn’t stopped watching him since he walked in.

“She’s not for me. She’s for Kofi.”

“Kofi.” I pushed out a short, sharp breath that made my stomach draw in and my chest expand slightly.

Kofi was a wild card and the reason behind a few of my large payouts.

“Kofi,” he confirmed with a nod.

“You’ve never given me an assignment that was already taken.”

My history with the Valentines was smudge-free. This was the first hiccup and I wanted to know how it had happened. However, I was more interested in the woman who’d made it happen.

“And, I haven’t yet.”

“Tonight. Eric.”

“The mark?”

I nodded.

“Someone was already onto him?”

I nodded, removing my phone from my pocket. The small black device I had in my possession allowed me to pull up a pixelated image of the woman in question. With a little finessing, I managed a clearer image that I shoved across the table in Killian’s direction.

“She was onto him.”

His features pulled backward. The bleakness of his face and the hesitancy holding his words hostage concerned me.

“Who is she?”

“Nobody you need to worry about. Keep the deposit. Forget Eric existed. The job is done. That settles it.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“I’m telling you it is. I’m also telling you to leave well enough alone.”

“She’s good.”

“She is.”

“And, she owes me.”

“Owes you?” Killian chuckled, shuffling in his seat.

“She does. That was mine. She took something of mine.”

“I’ll deposit the remaining balance in your account tonight. No sweat.”

“You’re invested– personally,” I accused him.

“My entire family. So, dead it.”

“It doesn’t work like that. Spill.”

“Nah,” Killian told me as he shook his head.

“Keep the money. Tell me who she is.”

“This has little to do with tonight.”

Finally, he understood.

“Very little. I admire her work.”

Sitting back, he rounded his finger in the air. The bartender nodded, understanding whatever mutual code they shared. Within seconds, she was strutting over with a flight of shots in her hand. It wasn’t until she rounded the bar that I completely understood Kofi’s logic. She was perfect. Almost .

He tossed back the first two shots and pushed the last two in my direction. I waved my hand, insisting he continued. I’d had enough to drink for the night and wanted a clear head while discussing her . Every detail mattered.

“The Chemist.”

I pressed my back up against the seat behind me as the revelation hit me in the center of my chest.

“That’s not a tree you want to bark up.”

“She’s left me no choice.”

“I can’t say I blame you. The wedding you declined the invitation to, promising to never mix business with pleasure– that was my first time seeing them. All in one fucking place. I wanted every last one of them motherfuckers –except Rather. She’s sis.”

“She’s the– she’s–”

“Yes. Kofi’s supposed to be wife. But, Priest had already locked her down, unknowingly.”

“Respect.” I nodded.

Silence lulled my thoughts. It wasn’t until he washed down the third shot that I began again.

“Her name.”

“Rugger. And, she’s lethal.”

“She is.”

“I avoid eye contact with her ass. Feels like she’s staring into my soul, wondering when she’ll acquire that motherfucker.”

“So, it’s not just me.”

“Nah. Nah.”

“Them. You mentioned them.”

“There are seven of them. How he’s kept them on a leash this long is mind-boggling.”

“What brought them to the forefront? He has people running his entire operation.”

“That’s the thing, nigga,” he paused, “They are the people.”

“His sisters?”

“His sisters. She hunts.”

“She hunts,” I repeated, letting it all sink in.

“They’ve been laying low since everything went down. Why risk– I don’t understand.”

“She’s hunting.”

“Eric?”

“Everyone who had anything to do with her family’s demise.”

“That nigga is still in business. There wasn’t a demise.”

“The government doesn’t know that. And, they bruised their ego. They have chips on their shoulders. They won’t let it go. Can’t let it go. Not until a lesson has been taught.”

“How did she know about Eric?”

“She’s on the network now. I didn’t give her access, but someone in my family has, it seems. I’ll look more into it.”

“There’s no need.”

I grabbed the final shot and tossed it back. When I stood on my feet, I didn’t stop moving until I was inside my car.

Rugger .

I finally had a name.

Rugger Childers .