Chapter 20 – Kylie
Chapter Twenty
Kylie
My brother is utterly unsympathetic to my plight.
I got rid of the guy. It was easier than I thought, and getting his body to the Shaw boy they sent down to pick it up was easy.
I don’t know the one they sent. It wasn’t Christian, maybe his brother or something.
He had all the credentials – don’t worry. Unfortunately, he came with a clinger.
There’s someone following me. I did what any decent woman would do.
I led him out twenty miles or so away from Cody’s place.
Caleb and Shay might be in danger if this asshole gets wind of them.
I’ve been staying on the top floor of this motel pretending I don’t know this guy is tracking me for the past two days.
If I get out of this in one piece, Cody should be more than comfortable sending me on my way. I might volunteer to keep watch over Tylee considering her lies got me into this temporary period of servitude to Cody. Not good.
The longer I track this bastard – pretty hard since he’s trying to follow me and I don’t want him to know that I’m noting various little details to pass along to the investigative corner of the Barbarian’s club. The thing is, I don’t know if he’s Iron Frontier MC.
Cody says he’ll talk to me when he gets back, but knowing my brother, he’s going to spend all night pining after his wife.
Shay is a great woman. I don’t know what possessed her to marry Cody.
I wouldn’t be surprised if he paid her. My brother has the personality of a grizzly bear crossed with a porcupine.
He’s big, prickly, and kind of a bastard.
If this man is part of a white supremacist biker gang, he must be crazier than the others, because the man following me is not white.
At first, I thought he might be Puerto Rican or Mexican or something.
I’m not too familiar with all the Hispanic varieties – although I do love Bad Bunny – so I search for flags, iconography and that kind of thing.
You know what? The guy is Jamaican or something.
He looks a little pale, but maybe he could be mixed race or something.
I thought all Jamaicans looked like Usain Bolt.
There’s that famous Jamaican woman… Wait…
Rihanna is from another country entirely.
Either way, I need answers from Cody before this man following me decides to make a move.
I don’t want to kill another man but… I’ve never hesitated to drop a body for my family.
Since I could shoot at eight-years-old, I was a better shot than even Cody.
He’s more of a horse guy than a sharpshooter.
I’m just hoping nobody else has to die. My daddy might be praying for me in heaven, but that doesn’t mean God will listen.
There’s only so much forgiveness the Lord can offer.
And only so many sins he can forgive.
I have to make a solid plan to catch this bastard.
The longer I spend out here, the more chances I give him to figure out that I’m onto him.
Cody acts like he has more important shit to do seconds after I put a body down for him.
It’s the type of shit that makes me understand why Oske hustles the shit out of these idiots every chance she gets.