Page 108 of Pepper, the Biker & the Vanishing Body

Instead, Mo disappeared. A second later, I heard it—the unmistakable sound of motorcycles.

Edna’s expression flickered with confusion just before Mo came barreling around the corner again, this time leading a pack of bikers straight toward her.

Her face twisted with rage as she raised the gun, aiming it at me.

I felt a sting in my shoulder, and I didn’t hesitate, I let out a roar.

“GERONIMO!”

Mo hit Edna with full force, sending her sprawling. She didn’t have a chance against him. He had her pinned to the ground snarling and baring his teeth, saliva dripping in her face.

“Call him off, Pepper,” Stone called out, approaching Mo, who was not about to give up his prey.

“Release, Mo!” I shouted as Ian ran to me.

“You’ve been shot,” he said with a mixture of horror and fright.

I looked down at my shoulder, my brain trying to register that it was covered in blood.

Kelly let out a loud moan.

I stepped aside. “She’s in labor. We need to get her to the hospital.”

That’s when we heard a roar of sirens; police, ambulance, and was that a fire truck’s horn blaring?

I smiled, looking at Kelly. “We did it.”

I wondered why she looked so fuzzy. Then as everything darkened, I heard?—

“Grab her, Ian.”

It wastwo days since the frightening event at Willow Mansion. Two days since Kelly gave birth and was now home with her husband and healthy, newborn son. Her doctor was shocked by how fast she delivered. While Kelly was sure the shock of what happened had the baby popping out in record speed and with little effort, which she did not mind at all.

Two days that Ian would not leave my side, clearing his schedule to be with me and making sure I followed the doctor’s instructions.

“Ah dinnae know what I’d do without you,” he said multiple times to me.

“The bullet only grazed me,” I reminded.

“All that blood had me fearing otherwise,” he said and kissed me softly.

It made me realize how deep his love ran for me and made me love him even more.

Though he was not too pleased when I told him I needed to return to Willow Mansion.

“You can’t be serious,” he said, buttoning my tan, cotton blouse for me, my wounded shoulder limiting certain tasks.

I smiled. “I am pretty sure I know where the Willow treasure is.”

His handsome face lit with a smile. “Really?”

“I can’t wait to see,” I said, impatiently. “I have to know if I’m right.”

“I can’t wait myself but are you sure you feel up to it?” he asked with concern.

“I know my limits. Besides, I have you to do any necessary heavy lifting.” I leaned against him. “You lift me with no effort at all.”

“That’s because you’re a wee bit of thing,” he said his arms going around me as he planted another gentle kiss on my lips. “And it’s good that you are with all the times I’ve had to scoop you up. But no worries, Pep, I’ll scoop you up no matter how old we get.”

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