Primal Pursuit - Page 169

I turn. Look up at him.

“This…this man here?” I nod at the remains. “He put out the hit, but my uncle… I want him dead.”

“We’re going there next. We should leave. I canceled his hooker, but the clean-up crew will be here soon.”

Davian sweeps up the bag, and I follow him out the door.

I don’t say it, but I know I have to kill Davian, too.

How could there be another way?

And how the hell am I going to be able to do it?

But I have to.

I know it.

That’s the only way to move on with my life.

No matter how my heart might feel.

Chapter

Thirty-Three

DAVIAN

Rabbit is really strugglingwith her feelings of lust she thinks are love and her need for revenge and my death.

Oh, yeah, I know she wants to kill me. So much so I’m pretty fucking sure she was about to point the gun at me back in the storage room—study—whatever the fuck it was. That guy came in and…now I don’t know what I’d have done.

I don’t want to kill her, I know that. But push comes, and…fuck. I’d like to think I’d let her try or even just take me out. I don’t know. That’s the thing. I don’t fucking know.

Maybe I’d just overpower her. Or wing my rabbit.

Then again, maybe I’d make that snap decision, the one that comes from the hard-wired survival instinct, and just take her down.

Or…

I’m not what you’d call salt of the fucking earth, not unless it’s poisonedsalt.

There’s also the possibility rabbit won’t follow through. The possibility I’m wrong and she’s given up on taking me down.

And fairies in the bottom of the fucking garden might also be a thing.

The rabbit and me bridge is one to be crossed when we come to it.

There are other things. Fucking Frank and his cunt wife things.

We drive in silence, back into the suburbs, where Frank and his wife live. I don’t know the woman’s name, and don’t want to know it. In fact, fuckface Frank Parish doesn’t deserve me knowing his name either.

I need to calm, or I’m likely going to blow both of them away after I walk in. No, I’m likely to torture the living fuck out of them both and then blow both of them away. And then Rabbit will have another gaping hole in her revenge list.

I’m not actually intending to die. I don’t think. She might be able to do it, she might not, but this thing with rabbit’s about to end.

“The files, everything, need to go to Alexius. You can also hand them to Tobias if you want. But,” I say, “I suggest you don’t ask about compensation for the necklace, or getting it back.”

“You sound like I’m going to kill you,” she says, voice way too high and thready.