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My father promised he’d always watch over me.

Maybe Creature was my dark knight, but I wasn’t a damsel in distress. I could save myself. At the very least, I had to try.

I got the shit beat out of me for standing up to a bully. I didn’t regret that choice. I’d do it again. In fact, I planned on it.

I wouldn’t stop until I found Bells and brought her home.

Chapter 6 Creature

“What else do we need?” I asked, leaving my phone on speaker as I walked into the grocery.

“Food,” Maddog answered. “No booze. We have enough liquor to stock a whole damn bar.”

Yeah, I saw that earlier before I left the clubhouse.

“Well, I can grab shit for sandwiches, chips, fruit. Frozen pizzas. That work?”

“Yeah, and some cases of water. There’s none here.”

Maddog had bought an old white van, and now I understand why he wanted me to bring it to the store. This shit would never fit in my saddlebags.

“Should I pick up some cases of soda? Sweets? I don’t know what the fuck everyone eats.”

Maddog snorted. “Yeah, man. Whatever sounds good. You got enough cash?”

He handed me a thousand fucking dollars before I left. “Yeah, I’m good.”

“Oh, get me some fuckin’ brownies.”

Brownies? “You need chocolate?”

“Lark wants them. No nuts.” He covered the phone, and I heard a muffled conversation. “Add unsalted peanuts, cheddar cheese cubes, a couple of bags of salad mix, Ranch dressing, and Snickers. One of those big bags with the full bars.”

I had to hold in a laugh. “You got it, pres.”

His voice lowered. “I want Oreos and milk.”

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