Hunters Hit List (Fox Brothers Book 1) by Lolah Lace Page A

my hands full.” Ryan had excuses.
    “Roy didn’t have his weapons. So are you saying this is my fault?”
    “No Max, of course not.”
    “Roy is dead and one vamp gets away.” Max spoke his thoughts out of his mouth. “He was the only vamp we could have gotten some answers out of.” Max gritted his teeth and leered at his brother.
    “So what?”
    “What?” Max assumed he missed a part of the conversation.
    Ryan had put his defenses up. “So are you trying to say Roy getting killed is my fault?” Ryan smarted.
    Max took his eyes off the road to glare at Ryan.
    “No, no. I’m just--”
    The silence was thick and smoky. They rode for miles with nothing to say to each other.
    “I’m next.” Scar mumbled from the backseat.
    Max slammed on the breaks. The Range Rover came to a screeching halt. Max turned around to face Scar. He looked in her eyes.
    Max was clearly upset. “Don’t say that? You are not next!”
    “Bro, calm down.”
    Max gave Ryan a quick “shut your trap” glare.
    Max turned back to Scar. “Scar, you’re a hunter. We’re not going anywhere until you act like one.”
    Scar eased back and turned to peer out the side driver’s window.
    Max exhaled. “Listen, fear is not an option. You are not going to die. Stop with the negative thoughts. We lost Roy but we are going to stick together to get through this. I know I’m not dying. I got like four hundred more vamps to kill before I check out and Drack has been on my shit list like forever, so I’m sticking around.” Max turned to the open road. He eased off the brake pedal and slowly took off.
    Confidence was a most and Max had it in droves. If only he could get Ryan and Scar to have it.
     
     

CHAPTER 13

    They drove for hours but they finally made it to their destination. They pulled into the driveway and Ryan realized the importance of this home visit for Scar. There was no place like home and he felt the same way years ago when he actually had one.
    Ryan and Max stood in the gravel driveway. They watched as Scar walked up to wooden porch steps and to the front door.
    “We are in Munster, Indiana. This is a stupid idea. Munster.” Ryan spoke to Max in a hushed tone. The name alone, Munster, gave Ryan the chills. “I don’t feel good about this.”
    “Why are we here?” Max asked Ryan not expecting an answer.
    “She wants to see her folks.”
    “Can you blame her? It may be the last time.”
    “Yeah Max but this is so far from a good idea.” Max warned Ryan with a squint of his eyes.
    “I swear to god. Where the hell did you get this defeatist attitude? Do you really think I’m going to let vamps get her? I think I may love this girl. I’m feeling some weird shit in my stomach and it’s not fear.”
    Scar turned to the brothers from the porch. She waved them over. Why were they even lingering so far away? She wanted Max to meet her folks. It was sudden and odd but she didn’t care. She felt something different and magical about Max. It was something gross and mushy, something that made her think of picking up a bridal magazine instead of Guns and Ammo the next time she was at a convenience store.
    “Are you guys coming in?”
    Ryan and Max jogged to the front door to accompany Scar inside. Scar used her key and entered her folk’s home with Ryan and Max in tow.
    Scar was excited to see her parents. She held this inside. She learned to conceal her true feelings long ago but she had to admit to herself that she truly missed her parents and the comfort that being at home would bring.
    “Mom! Dad!” She yelled out a little unnerved by the silence. Scar’s eyes darted around, checking for misplaced items, a habit when she entered anyone’s house. But this wasn’t anyone this was her parents place.
    “Mom!” Maybe they were out. It was still early in the day. She did show up unannounced.
    Scar looked back at Max. Her look was grim. Max registered her distress. He removed his Ruger from his waistband. The pure ivory