Page 8 of Sinners MC: A MC Anthology

“I’m not sure yet.”

He looked like he was holding back. Maybe there was more he wanted to say. One thing she was certain of, her dad would pull through. He’d made it this far. Above the door frame, a small red light blinked. She hadn’t noticed it before.

“There’s something I really need to tell you. I should have told you be?”

“What’s that?” she interrupted, pointing above the door.

Huffy turned to look where she motioned.

“Fuck. No way. It’s not possible.” He never answered her. He moved around the cabin. What was he looking for? she wondered. That was when Bonnie noticed little red lights blinking silently throughout the entire cabin. He looked concerned, and she was afraid. She ran for her duffle. She retrieved her Ruger, checking the ammunition and tucking it in her waistband at the small of her back.

“We have to move him.”

“Move him? Where? Why?”

“Someone is coming. I have a silent alarm set up. It triggers at the turn off, just over a mile down the road.”

“Who? Why would you need security?”

“Better question is how?”

Huffy hurried into the bedroom. Bonnie followed him. He opened the closet door, pushing the hanging shirts to the side. Pressing on the wall, a little panel opened. There were buttons inside. Huffy pushed one, and Bonnie watched in awe as the closet floor dropped slightly before siding aside. He pushed another button, triggering a light to shine on a set of stairs.

“Whoa.” It was like being in one of the mystery movies she loved to watch. She’d never imagined real everyday people had secret rooms like this.

“I’ll get LB. Go on down.”

“Let me help.”

“It’s easier if you’re out of the way.”

Bonnie reluctantly descended into the hidden room. The air dropped at least ten degrees. Once she was at the bottom of the steps, a motion sensor light came on, illuminating the room just enough to see. The space was much bigger than she’d imagined. There was a double cot against one wall. A stack of blankets lay folded on top of it. A small space heater sat on the floor near the foot of the cot.

The most impressive thing, however, was a set of monitors lining the opposite wall. Four black screens faced her. The keyboard rested on the desk below them. Huffy’s voice, even at a whisper, startled her.

“Move those blankets for me.”

She hurried to the stack, setting them on the carpeted floor. “What is this?”

Huffy laid her father on the cot before turning to the space heater. He flipped the switch on and a low hum filled the space. “This is my safe house.” He sat down at the desk, immediately flipping switches. The screens came to life. Different black and white images moved in each frame.

She spotted a figure crouched by her tailgate. On another screen, two men moved between the trees. They didn’t bother tried to conceal their identity. She spotted Preacher coming out of the trees with two additional men behind him. There were six men in total. Her father was in no condition to fight, even if he wasn’t unconscious. The odds weren’t in their favor.

Huffy picked up a small black briefcase from under the desk. Inside was a satellite phone. He punched in a number and waited.

“Hey, it’s me.”

Bonnie could only hear his side of the conversation.

“Trouble. Six. At the cabin. Donald Perry Jones, aka Preacher. Affirmative. ETA? Sooner is better.”

He disconnected the call. He spun in his chair to face her. His features looked the same, but he was a different person. “Who are you?”

“Special Agent Joshua Cavanaugh.”

“Holy fuck. Are you shitting me?”

“No, ma’am.”

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