Wild Men of Alaska 04 - Wild Men of Alaska - Four Book Bundle

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    Big Bart grabbed his rifle and gear and traipsed after poor Chad.
    Pete paced toward Lynx. “Been awake a while, I see.”
    “You two are whacked.” Lynx struggled into a sitting position.
    “There is nothing that makes you feel more alive than taking a life, whether big game or human. But hunting someone who I can pit skill and brains against is another high all its own.”
    Lynx kept his mouth shut and let the idiot talk himself into his own grave.
    “It’s actually more sporting for you this way. I could just leave you here to die, dump your body in the river, or give you the chance to kill me while I attempt to kill you.”
    Lynx knew without a doubt how that scenario would turn out. This idiot was fertilizer.
    “So what’s the game plan?” Lynx asked. “How sporting is this going to be?” Would the dumbass actually cut loose his ties?
    “Think you have what it takes to take out a marine?”
    “You’re a marine? Funny, all the marines I know have honor. There’s no honor in this.”
    Pete smirked. “If I had no honor I’d shoot you where you sit. Instead, I’m going to let you go, and then hunt you down.”
    “You are warped.” And it would be Lynx’s pleasure putting this bastard away.
    “Just living on the edge.” Pete flipped open his switchblade. “Turn around.”
    Like he would give this psychopath his back. Instead Lynx moved his restrained hands to his hips so Pete could cut the zip tie.
    Pete chuckled. “This is going to be fun.”
    Next he cut loose Lynx’s feet. Lynx fisted and released his hands, trying to pump blood back into his arms. He didn’t make any sudden moves as Pete had his rifle trained on him with one hand as he flipped the switchblade closed and pocketed it with the other.
    “Are you going to leave me my weapon?” It galled him to know that this piss-ant had gotten the jump on him and had his Glock tucked into the waistband of his cargo pants.
    Pete looked at him under hooded eyes. “That knock on your head must’ve fucked up your brains.” Pete took Lynx’s Glock out of his waistband and hefted it up and down. “Nice piece. I’ll keep it as a trophy of your kill as I can’t really stuff and mount you on my wall.” He laughed at his sick joke. “But to make it more sporting, I’ll give you a ten minute head start.” His lips smirked into a cruel smile. “Promise.”
    No way in hell did Lynx believe him. Slowly, he got to his feet, feeling the soreness from the hits to his gut and head. He wanted to rush Pete, take him down like a linebacker, but not when he held all the weapons.
    Lynx inched back into the forest, not taking his eyes off Pete. When he felt more blended with his surroundings, he took off at a run for Chad. The idiot wouldn’t survive these fuckups. And he’d make damn sure the fuckups didn’t survive him.
    Lynx became one with the forest, listening to her breathe, the animals converse, focusing on the subtle clues on which direction Chad and Big Bart had headed, all the while not leaving a trail for Pete to follow.
    It didn’t take long for the crashing up ahead to alert him to Chad bumbling through the undergrowth. Then the cackle of Big Bart’s laughter taunting him.
    “Dude, please, I’ve got me a wife and kids,” Chad begged for his life. Lynx had to give him props for trying. The man was as single as Lynx was. Scratch that. More single, since Lynx no longer considered himself unattached, not with Eva holding his heart.
    Lynx snuck up on them, and peered through the thick brush. Chad was on his knees, his hands in the air, and Big Bart had his rifle trained on him.
    “I really hoped you would’ve made this more sporting,” Big Bart said. “I hate it when they beg.”
    They? How many times had these two done this?
    Pete burst through the trees. “Fuck. I lost him.”
    “The trooper? Are you shitting me?”
    “Just finish this, and help me track him down. He just disappeared. No trace of him at all. Never seen anything like it.”
    “Better let us go,” Chad said. “Lynx Maiski is different, he’s more.”
    “More what?”
    “They say more animal than man.”
    Shut up, Chad. Lynx positioned himself to make a grab for Pete.
    “Right,” Pete scoffed.
    “No, listen, man. You don’t mess with the Maiskis.”
    “Well, since you aren’t one of them we can dispose of you right here,” Pete said, raising his rifle. “Take your shot, Big Bart, or I’ll do it for you.”
    Lynx rushed Pete from behind,