Primal Pursuit - Page 172

I’ve no intentions of letting rabbit go off alone. She’s too young, too wounded by everything these people have done to her. Me, too, really.

“Call him, Rabbit. Call your uncle.”

“I can’t.”

I pull the gun from the woman’s mouth and turn and swing the gun on Poppy, who stares at me like I just shot her. “What…?”

“Fucking call him, or I’ll shoot you. It’s easy.”

“Frank! The little bitch is here!” I swing the gun back on the aunt.

I cock the gun. “Shut your fucking mouth.”

“You pulled a gun on me.” Rabbit’s whisper is hoarse.

I don’t look at her. “I’ve done it before.”

“Davian…why?”

And then I hear it. The click of rabbit’s gun as the safety comes off, and I know before I turn it’s pointed at me.

Before she can speak, there are footsteps coming and the fucking woman starts yelling.

“What the fuck did I say? You need to keep out of this.” And I shoot her. Three times. She’s dead with thefirst bullet, but the other two are spiteful shots for rabbit. “Stupid cunt. How dare you fucking interfere in my standoff? Especially when you fucking helped your sick fuck of a husband?”

“She didn’t?—”

“She did.” I swing the gun, mentally counting bullets in my head. I should have reloaded, but there’s enough to take out the fucker the gun’s now trained on. “She let him touch you, Rabbit. She knew, she condoned it, didn’t she, Frank?”

The man has a gun on rabbit, and rabbit has her gun on me. It’s a cliché of a standoff. One I’d find fucking funny if he wasn’t aiming at Poppy.

Her gun shakes.

“Frank? Fuckface? Raper of little girls? Molester? Sick fuck? Coward?” I stop. My voice is exceedingly flat and calm and emotionless. It doesn’t reflect anything that’s inside me.

Because for the first time in my life there’s a fucking bubbling volcano of emotions inside me. Ready to erupt. He touched Poppy.

He hurt my rabbit.

This sick fuck of a man did things no girl should ever have to deal with.

I remember the little girl in Scotland. How like rabbit she was.

But this is rabbit. Not a girl I don’t know.

My rabbit.

And this man?—

I want to fucking tear him to pieces with my bare hands. I want to hear him scream in agony for days andweeks. I want to end his fucking life in the sickest, most painful and depraved ways, and I want to experiment to discover all of those ways.

I want his blood everywhere. His fucking cock ripped from his body and fed to sharks. His balls cooked and served to him. I want to skin him from his toes up, slice pieces of his flesh from his bones and make him eat them.

I want to be the true monster I am and make him suffer like she did. Endure it all.

I want to turn time back so he never laid one finger on her.

Rabbit. My Poppy.