Boone's Cowboy [Rescue for Hire 8] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) Read Online Free

back to the food court. Eddie enjoyed the hunt of finding people hiding from him.
    As Eddie had made his way through the aisles of tables and chairs of the food court, he’d felt invincible. But he was a smart man. Using his brain, he found the perfect spot to take cover and continue his judgements on anyone who was unworthy.
    Three more shots and three messy people went down. Eddie crouched behind the counter of The Hamburgers are Great restaurant. Its location in the corner of the food court made picking off fools who kept trying to run down the incorrect exit aisle easy. Those who went down the correct one left unharmed. See, he wasn’t unreasonable or nuts, as some over the years had whispered behind his back.
    Three employees of the restaurant currently sat on the floor next to Eddie. When he had first overtaken the fast food place he’d shot a fat man wearing a dirty white apron who tried to attack him with a knife. The rest of the workers immediately cooperated and obeyed Eddie’s orders.
    Eddie loved it when people feared him. Their trembling bodies and pale faces turned him on. Except, if that long-haired kid in the middle didn’t stop sweating, Eddie was going to put a bullet in him. He purposely turned his attention away from the messy kid and concentrated on the main food court.
    Four mall security guards lay in pools of blood. Those city boys had no idea what skills a true hunter learned though surviving off the land. If the swarm of cops gathered outside the mall doors thought to take him down, they better find someone who knew what they were doing. Earlier a few of the stupider cops had tried to sneak into the food court. They received a bullet to the head for their trouble.
    A group of boys crept down the correct aisle to the wide glass exit doors. How frightened they looked. One glanced over his shoulder toward Eddie. Like Lot’s wife in the Bible , he paid for his curiosity. Eddie’s judgment included a bullet. The rest screamed like little girls when the shot echoed off the tall glass walls, and their buddy went down.
    Movement from above caught his eye. Men covered from head to toe in black glided low to the floor behind the second-floor balcony railing. A five-tiered, small, metal shelving unit, containing packets of macadamia nut cookies, sat on the counter next to the register. Eddie moved the metal shelving in front of him. Eddie knew experts when he saw them. Clearly, he needed the extra cover.
    “Can you tell me your name?” a deep voice echoed off the walls of the food court.
    “Why?” he yelled back.
    “I need a name to put on your tombstone.”
    That pissed Eddie off. He quickly fired a couple of shots up at the figures in black. Across the food court, a tall, muscled silhouette appeared in the window of a store that sold T-shirts.
    “Come on, man,” the voice said. “You’re brave enough to shoot all these people. How can you be a chickenshit about telling me your name? I’ll even be generous and tell you my name is Shane.”
    Eddie fired his rifle at the big-mouthed asshole standing in the window. The glass shattered and crashed to the ground. Eddie blinked. There was no one there. To his dismay, he realized he had fallen for the reflection trick. He’d shot a damn reflection, missing the man who stood off to the side, out of Eddie’s sight .
    “Now are you going to tell me your name?” the voice asked.
    “My name is Eddie,” he yelled.
    “Do you have a last name, Eddie?
    “Kiss my ass. I’m not telling you that.” Eddie fired a few more rounds at the dark figures that now were pointing rifles over the balcony at him.
    “Who was your first victim, Eddie?”
    “Who that stupid bitch was is none of your business either,” he called.
    “You got any kids, Eddie?”
    “Just shut up with the questions.”
    “Did you kill them, too?”
    “Those whiny shits take after their mother. They aren’t worth the effort I made to keep them alive after their birth.” Eddie