Chapter Seven
Moose
I sat in the living room with my back to the wall under the bay window that overlooked the driveway. These guys didn’t seem too bright, not exactly hardened criminals, so I expected them to just wander up the front stairs if they decided to show up.
I was used to noise. Loud motorcycles, the cackling laughter and clinking glasses of the Crown.
Even as a kid, my brother, Asher, and I rarely got any peace.
It was parents fighting, foster parents fighting, sirens blaring.
I was so used to it that silence made me anxious.
Like danger was there I just wasn’t aware of it.
The silence was broken by one low moan and I was on my feet in an instant. I turned to rush up the stairs but stopped myself. That didn’t sound like a moan of pain or fear. That sounded like Doc Hannah continued what we’d started.
The idea had my dick chubbing back up when it had finally deflated.
Every woman I had ever been with or really known had been hard. Life had done it to them, so I didn’t blame them. They had to be street smart, suspicious, careful and know how to defend themselves.
Hannah was none of those things. She was…
God, she was sweet. There was no other way to describe her.
She looked, tasted and acted sweet as fucking candy and it took more strength than I thought I had to walk out of that room.
I had to keep my head in the game right now.
There would be time later to lay her out and show her what she’d been missing.
The note had instructed Hannah to bring the dogs to Hollow Creek Park at eleven. At a quarter after, I got a call from Deadeye, who had been watching the drop site.
“How’d it go?”
“Nobody’s showed. Not yet anyway.”
I ran a hand over the scruff of my jaw. “So what? They’re late? They were bluffing, changed their minds?”
“That or one other alternative.”
“Yeah and what’s that?”
“Decoy.”
“Shit,” I kept the phone to my ear as I pushed myself off the floor enough to see out the curtain. I didn’t see anything, but there was a big difference between reassuring nothing and suspicious nothing.
“We’re on our way just in case,” Deadeye told me before hanging up.
I shoved my phone back in my pocket and waited. A few minutes later a white van drove up the street and parked in front of a house a few doors down.
Fuck.
It had to be the same guys. I watched, hand gripping the gun tucked into my waistband, as two guys got out of the van and jogged across the street. There were a few long moments where they were out of view, but then I caught movement behind the hedges of Hannah’s neighbors house.
Not knowing anything about these fucks was the hardest part. Did they have guns? Backup? Connections? Or were they just a couple of conscienceless jerk-offs out trying to make a quick buck?
They started jogging towards the house, half hunched over as if that would keep them from my sights. The motion light Hannah had out front clicked on and they both froze.
I took the opportunity to study them. They wore all black and had masks over their faces. They didn’t seem to be carrying any weapons.
After a moment, they continued moving. I had to make a choice. I could wait for them to try and break in and bank on the MC showing up before they could get through the door. Or I could open the door and shoot the fuckers in the head.
Option two sounded really good about now.
Anyone who messed with what was mine deserved a bullet between the eyes. Realistically, we weren’t that kind of MC. Did we bust heads from time to time? Spill some blood? Teach a few lessons? Fucking right, we did. But out and out murder? Nah. That was a step too far.
The roar of engines interrupted my thoughts. The men approaching the house seemed to hear them, too. They looked at each other and took off running. Thief and the Prospects rolled up a few seconds later and I ran out the front door, pointing towards where the fuckers had run and chasing after them.
These fuckers needed to be caught, taught a lesson, then escorted to the boarder of Jackson Ridge and told not to come back.
We cleared the bushes in record time, but they got to their van before we could catch them and took off down the street.