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Option two sounded really good about now.
Anyone who messed with what was mine deserved a bullet between the eyes. Realistically, we weren’t that kind of MC. Did we bust heads from time to time? Spill some blood? Teach a few lessons? Fucking right, we did. But out and out murder? Nah. That was a step too far.
The roar of engines interrupted my thoughts. The men approaching the house seemed to hear them, too. They looked at each other and took off running. Thief and the Prospects rolled up a few seconds later and I ran out the front door, pointing towards where the fuckers had run and chasing after them.
These fuckers needed to be caught, taught a lesson, then escorted to the boarder of Jackson Ridge and told not to come back.
We cleared the bushes in record time, but they got to their van before we could catch them and took off down the street.
Chapter Eight
Hannah
Despite being dog tired, I was a light sleeper. When I heard my front door open, I slid out of bed and peeked out my bedroom window. Moose had told me to lock myself in the bathroom if I heard anything strange, but when I heard the roar of motorcycles I figured I was safe.
Note to self: install security cameras.
I saw a handful of guys, one of them obviously Moose, take off down the street on foot only to return a few minutes later. They all stood in a circle with arms crossed over their chests.
I threw a bathrobe over my pajamas and tiptoed down the stairs.
It was well after midnight, but the driveway was lit from my motion light. I could catch enough of their conversation to know that the bad guys had returned and gotten away.
“We need to talk to Prez. Spread the word. Church in half an hour,” one of the men said.
The reality of the situation hit me all at once when I saw all these big bikers looking a mixture of concern and pissed off. My heart rate kicked up and I had a hard time taking a deep breath. This situation was real. I spent my time doing what I considered to be good deeds. And It had put me in the cross hairs of … someone. Someone with bad intentions and no compassion.
Anyone would see the MC guys and think they were the bad ones. They were all tall, intimidating and covered in tattoos. Their bikes were loud and their cuts proudly labeled themSavage Kings. That wasn’t the people I knew, though.
That definitely wasn’t Moose.
I wasn’t helpless; I was smart. Smart enough to know that I shouldn’t tangle with these kinds of guys alone. Smart enough to see that my strengths didn’t lie where the MC’s did. I hated that I needed them in this way but was glad to have them.
My job was to care for these animals, but right right then I needed the pups as much as they needed me. I turned around and retreated to the guest bathroom. The dogs started to stir as I opened the door, perking their heads up and watching me with big wary eyes. The poor things had been through God only knew what and now the people responsible wanted to take them back.
“I won’t let anyone hurt you, I promise,” I said to Daisy, having no idea how I intended to follow through.
My limbs felt heavy but I pushed myself off the floor, grabbing a pup under each arm and headed for the stairs. Daisy and the others followed. I brought them all into my queen sized bed before getting in myself.
Daisy seemed confused but the pups nuzzled into the blankets and made themselves comfortable. I could hear their gentle breathing in the dark, smell their fur and feel the heat from their snuggly little bodies. I’d been asked before how I could be a veterinarian given how much I loved animals. It wasn’t all cuddles and clean bills of health, after all. I had to deal with horrible injuries, euthanasia and diseases going untreated because the animal owners couldn’t afford treatment or just didn’t care enough to give it. All of that was true and I had cried myself to sleep on more than one occasion over an animal that had died in my arms. It was moments like this that was why Idid it. Watching the pups and eventually Daisy, too, lie down and trust me enough to go to sleep made it all worth it.
So long as we could keep them safe.
After a while my bedroom door creaked open and I could see Moose’s face in the thin sliver of light.
“Everything okay?” I asked, knowing it wasn’t.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.”
“I’m awake anyway. Violent dog-hurting criminals tracked me down at my house and my work. Not sure how well I’ll sleep after that.” I stroked one of the pups’ velvet ears. Squirt, I think, but it was hard to tell when they were curled up and tangled in blankets.
“Anything I can do to help?”
There was no innuendo in his voice. I pulled the blanket back next to me and patted the mattress. “I’ll sleep better if I’m here for the dogs and you’re here for me.”
He studied me for a moment but then shrugged his leather cut off his shoulders and put the jacket on the chair. I watched him as he shoved his jeans down his legs, not an ounce of modesty, leaving him in a black t-shirt and boxers. Under other circumstances, this night would end in orgasms. Tonight, I just wanted to feel some peace.
“They won’t be back tonight, Doc, even they aren’t that stupid. Prospects are out front keeping an eye on things while the executive figures out what to do.”
