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of firing rounds of four/ten shot gun shells as well as forty-five long cartridges. Nestled in the tissue paper and wrapped in cotton cloth. He hadn’t realized he’d dropped the top as he rubbed his palms together. With shaking fingers, he eased the material away and stared at the gleaming steel of the weapon he’d vowed to himself to only use on a special occasion. Blasting that damn cat through several lives definitely called for the use of this pistol. It was a good thing the beast hadn’t broke the arm he used to shoot with. He trailed his fingertips over the smooth metal and sighed. Only a few thousand of this particular gun model had made it into the US before the ATF put a stop to any more imports. There were other weapons that shared the name but they came nowhere near the power of the gun gleaming in the box under the watery beams of his ceiling fan lamp.
    It was pure luck that he’d even gotten the thing, trading his motorcycle for it. But it was worth it, just like cutting the hide away from that fucking cat would be after he got to use the pistol. Visualizing the way the mechanisms all worked together and seeing the bright spark of light as the bullet left the chamber. He could just imagine the recoil and hoped the Judge bucked like a bitch in heat. Court made a mental note to buy new bullets for his toy. The ones he already had weren’t good enough. His cock tightened the crotch of his jeans as he brushed the pebbled grip with his fingertips. He adjusted his dick and ran his tongue over his teeth. Slowly, he lifted his head and looked around the room.
    Muted illumination bathed the room in a soft glow. He unbuttoned his pants and tugged the zipper down. His dick tented his boxers and he slipped a hand inside the opening of his underwear to caress his shaft. His eyes drifted shut as he stroked his palm along the length of his cock. Court dropped his head forward and stared at the weapon, imagining how multiple bullets would tear through flesh and shatter the bones of his prey. His sack tightened and he grunted, flicking his thumb over the mushroom head of his member.
    A banging on the door made him jerk. “Yeah,” he answered the knock with a rusty timbre and cleared his throat. “What?”
    “If you’re going to take your time, then I’m going to run a few more errands. Any idea how long we’ll be at the camp?” Tim’s voice was muffled through the door.
    Courts dick softened in his hand and he tucked his appendage into his boxer shorts. “Depends on how long it takes to track the beast. Let’s make plans to be out there at least a week.” He fastened his pants and reached for the lid, dropping it on the box before marching across the room and snatching the door open.
    Tim leaned on the doorjamb and curiously looked over Court’s shoulder. “Didn’t mean to interrupt you.”
    “It’s fine. I was pulling stuff together so we can get out of here.”
    “Then I’ll let you get to it. I’m gonna pick up a few more things for our extended stay out in the bayou. Do you need anything while I’m out?”
    “Yeah get me a carton of cigs, then stop at the ammo store and pick me up some forty-five long cartridges.”
    Tim whistled before he spoke. “Those will do some damage.”
    “Buddy, you have to think large. Hunting big game requires big guns.” Court shut the door and turned around to stare at the box on the bed. He bumped his head on the back of the barrier and spoke out loud. “I’m coming for you, cat, and after I’m done, I’ll piss on your carcass for the disrespect of trying to take me down.”

Chapter Six
     
    Etienne gestured with his index finger to direct one his men to move Sasha’s things into his home. Straightening from his perch, he grabbed the suitcase and toted it back to his bedroom. He dropped the bag at the foot of the bed and rolled his shoulder blades to ease the tension brought on by the knowledge of the fight he knew was coming. When they’d arrived back from