Page 10 of Sinners MC: A MC Anthology

“Oh, we both know it’s too late for this conversation,” Huffy answered from the other side of the couch where he was hidden.

“You’re smart. That’s what LB always liked about you. I, on the other hand, don’t. I never trusted you.”

“I don’t get it, Preacher. Why?”

“You really don’t, do you? We’re barely gettin’ by with gun sales. I’m tired of it. Drugs bring in so much more profit. I need more guys. I can’t keep sneakin’ around on my own. LB wouldn’t listen to reason after takin’ over.”

Bonnie’s head was swimming. Preacher tried to kill her dad over drugs. He was just another lowlife drug dealer. Her dad wasn’t a law-abiding citizen, but he was still her dad, and she loved him.

“Enough games,” Preacher demanded. “Come out or poor Bunny is gonna get a bullet in this pretty little head of hers.”

She knew he’d do it too. She could hear it in his voice. She also knew he couldn’t get away with what he’d done. “Don’t you listen to him. He’s going to kill me anyway. You know that,” she pleaded.

“I said shut up!” Preacher shrieked before striking her again. She cried out as pain radiated throughout her head again. There was no way she hadn’t sustained a concussion. Her vision was blurry, but she willed herself to stay conscious. How long that would last, she didn’t know. It was getting harder by the second.

Huffy/Joshua

She was right. Preacher wanted to kill them both. They were witnesses. He wasn’t about to let that happen, but he needed to stall for some more time. He stood up slowly, his gun trained on Preacher. Bonnie looked disoriented. Her face under her right eye was swollen badly. Blood had trickled down her cheek and from the soft lips he’d kissed not so long ago.

Rage bubbled inside of him. He needed to keep his cool and focus on his training. Both of their lives depended on it. He wasn’t Huffy, a patched member of Fallen Angels, anymore. He was Special Agent Joshua Cavanaugh. It was time for him to remember that.

Preacher pressed his gun against Bonnie’s temple. “Why don’t you come around in front of me? Kick that steel over.”

He figured he might as well go for broke. “Donald Perry Jones, you are under arrest for the attempted murder of Lloyd Malone. Put down your weapon and put your hands behind your head.”

Preacher laughed. “Is this some kind of fuckin’ joke?”

“Do I look like I’m laughing? Federal agent. Put down your weapon.”

Pure hatred spread across his face. “You lyin’ son of a bitch. It won’t even matter if I don’t kill ya. One of the boys will.”

Bonnie’s eyes were trained on him. She shouldn’t have been in a situation like this. She was a good person. That’s when he realized the shooting outside had stopped. They must all be in the cabin now. Things just went from bad to worse.

Preacher pressed the barrel to her head harder. Bonnie closed her eyes. A single tear streamed down her unmarked cheek. A figure dressed in all black appeared in the doorframe of the bedroom. They moved quickly but without a sound. Had he not been standing there watching, he never would have known.

His features became clear in the light. He had never been so happy to see Jimmy. Joshua focused on Preacher and Preacher alone. Jimmy pressed the revolver to the back of Preacher’s head.

“Drop your weapon, or I drop you where you stand.”

Preacher’s face told a story of disbelief, anger, and acceptance all within a moment. Reluctantly, he lowered the gun from Bonnie’s head and released her arm. She ran to Huffy, throwing her arms around his neck. His leg was killing him, but in that moment, holding her meant everything.

Jimmy raised an eyebrow at him. “You good, Bro?”

“Yeah, thanks to you.”

The front door opened. His father walked in. Bonnie’s head swung around to face a new enemy. He whispered softly, “It’s okay. You’re safe now.”

She looked up at him. One eye was swollen, the skin beneath cracked and bloody.

“Bonnie, meet my father, Special Agent Jack Cavanaugh. Dad, this is Bonnie Malone.”

“Looks like you’ve been through a lot. Are you okay?”

Bonnie nodded her head. “Thank you.” She looked at Jimmy. “Thank you both. I need to check on my dad.”

Sirens sounded in the distance. He let out a deep breath.

Jack put his hand on her shoulder. “Medics are on the way. We’ll get your father. You need to take care of you right now.”

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