Page 9 of Sinners MC: A MC Anthology

“You’re a dirty cop? Is this some sort of setup?” Bonnie pulled her Ruger from her pants, pointing it at Huffy. No, not Huffy, an agent.

“Whoa! Keep your voice down. Lower that.” He nodded at her weapon. “I’m on your side. If I wasn’t, I would have killed you both before we even made it to your truck.”

“Then how did they find us?” she demanded as she put her gun back in her waistband. “You said they didn’t know about this place. No one did.”

His face contorted as if he had a revelation. He leaned back in the chair, rubbing his hands through his hair.

“What?”

“Your truck. It never even registered to me. It has built in Wi-Fi. That must be how they found us. The only person who knows about this place is one another agent.”

“So, if you’re not a dirty cop, explain yourself.”

“I will when this is over. I have reinforcements on the way.”

“How do you know you can trust them?”

He chuckled. “He’s my father.”

He came from a family of law enforcement. She came from a family of criminals and alcoholics. No wonder she was drawn to him.

“They’re just outside the cabin.” He pointed to the monitors. “I don’t want them inside. I want you to stay down here with LB. I’m going up to keep them out. I need them paying attention to the cabin and not the road.”

“No way. I may not have been a patched member of Dad’s club, but he trained me to use a weapon just like his guys. I can help.”

“Fine, arguing will only waste time. Stay low and do as I say.”

She followed him back up the stairs, gun aimed at the floor, as ready as she could be for anything that came their way. The first shot came through the front window. Suddenly bullets entered from all the windows. Bonnie felt like she was in a war zone.

“Get down!” Huffy yelled while pushing on her head. She looked around; there was shit for cover. The cabin had windows on every side. Huffy scurried over to the fireplace, popping a few rounds out of the broken window. She opened the fridge and freezer door to give her body some shield from the bullets raining in from the living room. She returned fire through the nearest kitchen window.

Huffy roared behind her. “Are you okay?” she yelled over the deafening gunfire.

“I’m hit.”

“How bad?”

“Arm. Just a graze. I’m all right.”

“I need more ammo.”

“Back in the bedroom. Pull the bin from under the bed.”

She ducked down, rushing to get the bin to help Huffy. She dropped to her knees, dragging the plastic container. She peeked inside to be sure it was the right one. It was filled with different types of ammunition. It was too heavy to carry the whole container; she grabbed a box for each of them. Not bothering to push the container back under the bed, she turned around right into the bad end of a gun.

“I need you to be nice and quiet for me, Bunny.” Preacher stood before her. She looked around for a way to outmaneuver him. The space was small, and outrunning a bullet wasn’t something she had much faith she could do.

“Only my dad calls me that.”

“Let’s go.”

He grabbed her hard. His long fingers wrapped tightly around her arm below the shoulder. His nails dug into her skin painfully. They walked out of the room. Preacher was lifting his gun. He was going to kill Huffy if she didn’t warn him.

“Behind you!” she screamed. Huffy spun and dropped to the ground all at once. His reflexes were impressive. Preacher squeezed her harder, smashing his other fist into her face.

“You stupid bitch!” he spat. Her cheek bone felt like it exploded. Bursts of light filled the room. She felt her knees give way. Preacher yanked her back up, pulling her in front of him as a shield.

“Huffy, it doesn’t have to be this way, boy. Just tell me where LB is.”

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