Page 19 of Property of Bigfoot
Baffle laughed at me as I glanced up at the prospect who leaned over my desk and clicked the button for line two. “The one that’s lit up, Prez.”
“Fuck’s sake,” I grumbled.
“Hello?” A man’s voice called down the line.
“This is Bigfoot,” I told him.
“This is Brady Morton. Pretty sure you know who the fuck I am, so I’m going to get right to the point. We have a problem out here at Morton Motors Campground. Sammy just took a guy out.”
“On a fucking date?” I asked before he could finish.
“No asshole. She took him out in a permanent kind of way we shouldn’t discuss on the phone. No doubt that this is linked back to your club, considering he’s wearing a cut of his own.”
“Which MC?”
“Mojave Devils.”
“Son of a…” I slammed my fist down on the desk. “We’ll be right there. Do not let anyone else near her, Brady. Not a single fucking soul until I get there.”
“Yeah, we’re going to have a conversation about that shit later. You trying to claim my niece?”
“Like you said, later.” I hung up and stood. “Get out. Leave Hawk here with Glitch if you have shit to do. Take him with you if you don’t. Tell him I’ll see him later.”
“What’s more important than your son?” Melissa asked in her haughty tone.
“Nothing is more important than him, but seeing as he is alive, well, cared and accounted for, there isn’t an issue. Now, be a part of caring for him or get the fuck out. I have club business to handle.”
“I’ll have Jester bring the van around,” Baffle announced.
Fucking hell. I was going to have to show up with my competition in his fucking murder van as he cleaned up after another body Sammy dropped because of her involvement with me.
10.ANOTHER CORPSE
SAMMY
Something jarred me awake.
Truthfully, I wasn’t sure how long I’d been knocked out. All the action and then the restless, fitful little bit of sleep I got in that uncomfortable-as-hell chair in the hospital left me completely drained when I got back. Then there was the whole confrontation with my step monster. I truly hated that woman and didn’t understand what my father saw in her. She was nothing like my mother.
Another sound caught my attention, and I slowly slid out of the bed as I grabbed the gun I kept in the top drawer of my nightstand. I rolled down to the floor, gun in hand, and listened intently. It was hard to hear other noises over the sound of my own frantic heartbeat, but there it was again. The slightest bump and scrape as the front door to my cabin was forced open. Son of a bitch, someone had broken in. I had to hope that it was just one person, because I wasn’t sure I’d make it out alive if several people had been sent to take me out.
I stayed absolutely still as I thought about the past two days since I’d come home from sitting by Bigfoot’s side in the hospital. There hadn’t been any sign of another person hanging around the property besides the one Colleen checked in. In fact, there were less people overall at the campground thanks to Colleen’s attitude with the campers. I hadn’t really checked on the remaining two since I’d been back home. Mostly, it was because I was mourning the loss of all those fantasies I’d had of me and a ruggedly handsome biker-man. The lack of sleep while by his side was the other reason. It was kind of scary how drained I felt.
That was before a boatload of adrenaline hit my system. I pulled my cell phone out of my pajama pants pocket and dialed Uncle Brady.
“Sammy?” he questioned.
“Someone broke into my cabin. No cops. Need backup, though. Maybe.” I didn’t wait for him to respond because the floor squeaked just outside my bedroom door. I waited, crouched on the far side of my bed, until the door burst open and three quick shots were dropped into my bed where I’d been asleep just moments ago. I popped up and fired two rounds, then dropped back down because I didn’t know if there would be another body behind the one I’d just dropped.
What if he’s wearing body armor?
It should have sounded far-fetched to even think of that possibility, but then again, it didn’t seem plausible that someone would try to assassinate me while I slept either. Unlike my assassin, I didn’t have a silencer on my gun, so those shots rang out loud and proud. My ears were ringing a little as I carefully peeked around the end of my bed. The man was down and had already spilled a significant pool of blood on my hardwood floor. That would probably leave a stain.
I heard an engine outside and figured it was my uncle, but I slowly moved out from behind my bed and started toward the body on the floor. There was no need to check on the asshole. He was deader than dead.
“Sammy!” I heard Uncle Brady yell through my front door.
“Wait!” I yelled and then quickly cleared the rest of the cabin before I allowed him to come inside. It didn’t take long. The cabin was small, one bedroom, one bathroom, and a living room kitchen combo that totaled less than 600 square feet. Once I was sure there was no one else lying in wait, I went to the door and pulled it open.
