Book One - Shilo #2
Just then, Riley’s eyes fluttered open and when she saw Andy sitting there, she smiled. “Well girl, I did it. I finally got out and it cost me my life. Uncle Lester always said we could never get away from family but I did it.” She coughed weakly. “It cost me but I did it.”
Andy started to cry.
When she saw Andy’s tears she smiled and the smile made her beautiful. “Don’t worry about me cousin, I’ve seen the angels and they are beautiful. The one that caught me was so pretty, I won’t mind being there with him.”
Commando flushed a dark red and cleared his throat.
Riley looked up at him and gasped. “Oh, there he is now. So, I’d better hurry and tell you.
..” She then tried to focus on Andy again as her expression grew solemn.
“I know you lived with Uncle Lester and he is bat shit crazy. But you might not know the plan he had. My dad talked about it all the time. Lester had plans to sell Gina off for a business deal but he couldn’t get her back in line.
Her boyfriend claimed her and she wasn’t the good girl he promised his contact that she was.
The night Gina was killed, he sent Ricky over there on purpose.
Her boyfriend didn’t even know Ricky. He had never bought drugs from Ricky.
He might have drank a little bit but he wasn’t a user.
Ricky jumped him from behind and beat the hell out of him for a debt he never owed.
Then when Gina tried to stop the fight, Ricky didn’t hesitate to stab her.
He just lost it. Then he went after Gabby.
” Her eyes looked weary as if she wanted to fall asleep but she had more to tell them, so she pushed on, “Be careful cousin, Lester has been making plans this whole time.
He's dangerous and needs to be stopped.”
Andy nodded. “We know that. We just don’t know how to stop him. But we’re trying.”
“Your mom knows what he is doing,” Riley went on even as she closed her eyes. “Ask your mom, she's neck deep in his shit.” Her voice faded off as she passed out.
Stitches checked her vitals and shook his head. “She’s just sleeping. We need to get her into the infirmary, get that damn blade out of her back and repair the damage.”
“Will she live?” King asked.
Stitches was busy checking her breathing as he answered, “I can’t say yet.”
King looked up at the men standing around him. “Well, boys...Ole Lester has some new questions that I need him to answer.”
“Do you think she was right about what happened the night Gina died?” Bullet asked. “She said Train never used drugs.”
Bits of Book Four...
Rocket Meets Trixie....
When Rocket got up, he saw the van speed up again and he reached for his weapon. The second car was still coming, so he got into position. When it was close enough, Rocket took aim and fired at the front tire.
The tire blew and the car zigzagged all over the road. Finally, it went into a ditch on the other side of the road and crashed into a tree.
Rocket made to move away but instead found himself on the ground. His ankle throbbed and he wanted to yell in rage, but he knew he couldn’t. Someone in that vehicle could have survived the crash but he also knew he had to get the fucking hell out of the area.
He got to his feet and hobbled along. Stumbling around in the dark, he moved away from the scene.
Going through a wooded area, he came to a small farm.
He ducked down to study the place as he noted a small house and a barn.
He spotted a beat up older truck in the driveway.
Everything seemed quiet but a light was on in the small house.
When Rocket heard a siren behind him, he knew he had no choice.
There had been police lights on the road before he took the car out.
He couldn’t chance being thrown in jail.
He hobbled toward the small house. Every step he took made the pain in his ankle seem like stepping on a sharp shard of glass.
He also knew with each step he took, it only made his injury worse but he couldn’t get caught alone and on foot.
He stayed in the shadows and crept closer to the house. Peeking in the window, he saw the small interior but what he didn’t see was the person who owned this house. He moved toward the back door and was about to reach for the handle when he heard the sound of a shotgun being racked.
Then without saying a word another sound wrecked the silence surrounding them. The wailing of a siren. He heard a growl come from behind him and then he heard footsteps running around to the front of the small house.
Rocket silently said a prayer and slipped inside the small house. He had no choice, despite the shotgun, he couldn’t go any further on his ankle.
He didn’t turn on the light but found himself in a kitchen.
He moved around the house silently and stayed in the shadows of the lit living room.
Everything here was neat as a pin, but the person who lived here was obviously poor.
Just by the worn look to everything. Older furniture, patches sewn on the couch covers and old painted tables.
He could tell they were proud but poor.
He slipped around the room and came to stand behind the door leading to the front porch. The whole area was lit up with a flashing red and blue as the cop car came to a stop in the front of the house.
Next, he heard a voice on the other side of the door yell out, “What do you want here, Cletus Brown?” The voice that called out was that of a woman and she didn’t sound happy.
A male voice called back from the safety of his car, “I’m looking for a straggler, Trixie”
“Ain’t seen nobody here tonight, Sheriff Brown,” the female voice called back.
“Just need to have a look around, maybe check the house to make sure,” the sheriff told her.
“You got a warrant?”
“Don’t need one,” he claimed.
“You do if you’re just snooping.” She growled back. “I told you there is no one here. Old Blue would tell me if there was.”
“Damn you Trixie, somebody caused an accident not too far from here and he’s out here somewhere, wandering around on foot,” the Sheriff yelled. “I’m just trying to keep everyone safe.”
“Then go save someone else, Cletus,” she yelled back. “Me and my shotgun know how to take care of ourselves. I don’t want or need you to keep me safe, Sheriff.”
Rocket heard an animal-like growl and he heard the car spitting gravel with its tires as the sheriff drove away.
Then the front door opened.
Now Rocket found the shotgun in her hand pointed straight at his chest.
With her finger curled around the trigger, her voice broke the silence and she growled, “Now tell me who you are and what you want here. And buddy, you’d better have a damned good reason or I will cut you in half with this shotgun.”
Bits of Book Five- Train
Time to Bring Train Home
Getting into the truck, Commando told Ryker, “Let’s go get my brother.”
They drove up the road and into the large parking area at the prison. Ryker parked as close as he could to the gates.
Commando jumped down and shut the truck door. He then walked swiftly to the front gates. The place was huge and daunting looking for sure. People all over the world had heard of Huntsville, but up close, it was really imposing.
It was odd but he’d made it just in time for the big gates to swing open. So, Commando stopped to wait.
Out stepped a man who stared at him. He looked older but mostly the same.
With short hair and a beard. The only real change was the size of him.
He was bulked with muscles. Train stepped over to where Commando had stopped.
Looking him over, he spoke, “You look the same.” His voice sounded raspy, almost like he hadn’t used it in a while.
Commando shrugged and replied, “I am the same.”
Train glared at him and replied, “That’s what I thought.” He pulled his arm back and punched Commando in the jaw.
Landing on his ass, Commando tasted blood in his mouth as he looked up at Train and growled, “Is that all you got?”
“Hell no, it ain't,” Train said as he leaned down to grasp Commando’s t-shirt collar and stood him back up onto his feet, like he was light as a feather. Even though Commando was as large as he was. Letting go, Train raised his fists. “Let’s do it.”
Commando growled and popped his fist out to catch Train on his jaw. Being a large man himself made it even between them.
Only thing was, Train remained on his feet like the punch didn’t faze him, despite the blood dripping from his lip. He looked intent on doing bodily harm onto his brother as he stepped close again.
Suddenly, a roaring came their way.
Train grabbed his collar again and yanked him forward just as a large truck went hurling by.
“The fuck?” Commando yelled.
Next, the Ford F-150 pulled up and screeched to a stop. The passenger door hung open.
Commando jumped in and turned to Train. “Get in!”
His brother complied then barely got the door shut as the truck was already barreling out of the lot. “The hell is happening?” Train asked.
“Devil’s Dogs,” Ryker replied.
Train looked over at him as pure unadulterated hatred showed in his eyes. “You got a gun in here?” He growled low.
“No, couldn’t drive onto the prison lot with em,” Commando said as the big truck came up behind them.
“They’re too close,” Ryker yelled as he turned out onto the road. Going too fast for the large vehicle in a turn, the truck tipped a little as he did so.
Commando looked around and asked Ryker, “Do you see Shilo?”
“Nah, man...” Then Ryker exclaimed, “WAIT! There’s the rental.”
Commando looked into the side mirror and saw the car Shilo was driving. “Train! Roll the window down.”
Train tapped the button and it came down.
The little Kia came up beside the truck even at its high speed.
“Lean out and grab that bag,” Commando told his brother.
Train didn't question, he did as his brother said.
Shilo held the bag up from the small car driver’s window.
Leaning out, Train reached to grab it.
Suddenly, the F-150 got rammed from behind.