He’d even started drumming his hands. Since when was hyperactivity contagious? Thanks, Bubba. Bubba, who’d been gone two days now. Two days since his buddy had gotten out, two days since they’d carried off a sedated Riley.Hunter couldn’t even think on that. His emotions swung from pure terror for Riley to blind fury at him for being such a stubborn ass. Riley was his own worst enemy. Hunter was scared when he saw how bad Riley had flipped out, horrified when they sedated him and he fell limp as a corpse. Then he’d been furious—furious they’d separated Hunter and Riley to the detriment of Riley’s health, furious they’d manhandled Riley, and ragingly furious that Riley seemed damned determined to be stuck in this hellhole forever.“I’ve been doing this shit for ten fucking years. Ten. No one has fixed me yet… I want the fuck out of this place, right now….”What bullshit. Riley didn’t toe any of the lines. Bubba had worked the system. Hunter had followed instructions.
