I look up to see a shadowy figure dart into the darkness.
“Stay in the tent,” I bark, but Oscar’s already fought his way out and is standing next to me.
“What’d ya see?” he whispers.
“Not sure. Get the girls up and to the truck. The keys are next to my sleeping bag.”
“And what are you gonna do in the meantime?”
“I’m going after them.” I hand him my gun. “Don’t shoot unless you’re threatened.”
“I’m not gonna shoot at all,” he snipes.
I wanna shake the kid. “Get the girls and get them to truck.”
“I think you should stay here.” I hear his fear, not for himself but for what might happen to me.
“I gotta go after them. You know that.” I give him a push towards Selkie and Henri’s tent.
I take off full tilt, thinking about how I’m gonna make the fucker regret messing with me.
It’s a clear night so he’s easy to keep up with. He’s fast, but I’m faster. Turns out I’m not nearly as fit though as I start to run out of breath. Then miracles or miracles, the bastard stumbles, then falls, then gets to his feet, but those few precious seconds give me time to tackle him.
I bring him down hard and turn him onto his stomach grabbing his wrists so that they’re high on the shoulder blades. I jerk them hard as I straddle him with my knees.
“Fuck,” comes a voice I’m becoming far too familiar with. “Get off me!”
I freeze. “Fleming?”
“Yeah,” she grunts.
I yank her around so we’re facing each other. “What the fuck are you doing? I could’ve shot you!”
“Are you kidding me? You brought a gun camping?”
Who the fuck does she think she is, giving me shit after what she’s done? “You’re turning this into my fault?”
She bucks, her pussy pressing into my crotch. “You don’t bring a gun to a family outing.”
“We’re not a fucking family and I bring my gun everywhere.” I pause as I contemplate the lunatic staring up at me. “Why the fuck don’t you? You’re not safe without one.”
“I brought a taser, asshole. As a precaution. I wasn’t expecting trouble.” She says it like it makes a ton of sense. “Besides,” she adds. “You wouldn’t have pulled the trigger.”
“You don’t fuckin’ know me! You don’t know what I would’ve done!”
“You’re predictable.”
“I’m a fuckin’ psychopath.”
She softens her voice. “Aren’t we all.” She looks up at me in the moonlight, innocent trusting eyes, believing I won’t hurt her.
Her tits are begging for attention, her pussy’s pushing against my dick. Jesus. It usually takes more than this to get me hard.
Our eyes lock, then her gaze flicks to my lips. She knows I wanna fuck her. She wants to fuck me too. I lower my head to kiss her.
“Dad!” Oscar interrupts, thank the fuck. “I got Henri.”
“Where’s my mom?” Henri says tearfully. “They took my mom.” Her voice is trembling and full of fear.
