“Son of a b***h,” Hunter cursed for the hundredth time. “I can’t believe that he tried to attack you. I could go back there and finish the damned job.”
We were in the truck Malcolm used to bring me here, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the window. I was so lost in my thoughts. Lately, I’d been having a hard time absorbing things, and this time, things weren’t different.
So much happened tonight.
I didn’t even know where to start.
“Fucker,” he said again, interrupting my train of thought.
I glanced at him. “Why were you even there tonight?” It was the first thing I’d said to him since we got into the car ten minutes ago.
Hunter looked slightly embarrassed by my question, and I noticed how his grip on the steering wheel tightened. The cuts on his knuckles looked incredibly pa
