Page 26 of Property of Bigfoot
“Why the fuck areyouin this shit?”
“Your guess is as good as mine at this point. Mojave Devils were never even on our radar until they tried to take me out.”
“And they targeted another chapter of your club too?”
“That they did. We have men on it. They’ll figure out what the fuck is going on, but until we do and shit is safe for her again, she’s going to have eyes on her - ones that I trust. Tonight, that means I’m up for guard duty.”
Brady kicked back against the side-by-side he offered me to use to get back to the clubhouse. He tossed the keys to me, and stupidly, I reached up to pluck them out of the air. My ribs tugged and burned in my chest again. “Dammit.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Looks like we’re both sitting guard duty.” He patted the side of the tricked-out Polaris and grinned at me. “Take a load off for a minute. It has heat. Gonna be a chilly fucking night. Might as well get comfortable while we can. I have a laptop in there with a security feed pulled up.”
“Sounds good.”
“It would sound even better if you had one of your prospects run out here with a hot fucking pizza and some drinks. I skipped dinner and I’m hungry as fuck.”
“I see you haven’t changed much since high school.”
“You knew I didn’t.”
I would have shrugged him off, but it hurt too much to move like that. Instead, I turned and told him the same thing I always did when we had the opportunity to talk. “Still have an open invite to join the club.”
“Still thinking on it.” It was always his go-to answer. I hoped one day he would take me up on the offer.
12.CHANGING SPACES
SAMMY
I glaredat the bullet holes in my mattress as if they would automatically mend themselves because my brain willed it to be so. It didn’t happen, and eventually I grabbed my spare blanket out of the closet, curled up on my naked, hole-filled mattress, under my blanket, and fell asleep. Bigfoot was right about one thing, the crash after the adrenaline rush hit me hard as fuck.
When I wokein the morning, I found Bigfoot and my uncle laughing about something as they sat in the Polaris together. It was weird to see them getting along so well until I remembered that they were friends in high school.
“Looks like someone couldn’t get a ride home. Don’t tell me… Your club brothers don’t actually like you.”
“Ha, ha.” Bigfoot mock laughed at me as my uncle snickered. As if on cue, a van rolled up, and my would-be suitor got out of the Polaris and headed over to his ride. “We’re still going to have that talk, Sammy.”
“Whatever you say, big guy!”
He grinned up at me and looked like he was about to say something until my uncle butted in. “She’s still my niece. Whatever bullshit is about to come out of your mouth can wait until I’m not around.”
Bigfoot smirked at me and then hopped in the van. They took off way quicker than I expected. It wasn’t until my phone beeped with an incoming message that I realized it bothered me that he left so quickly.
Bigfoot: Something came up. Have to run to see to some shit at the club. Brady is going to talk to you about something. I want you to agree and call me later when you’re free.
I didn’t bother to respond to his text and left him on read instead. “What is it that you’re supposed to talk to me about?”
“We need to move you into the big house.”
“What? Why?”
“Because someone tried to kill you in this one yesterday and we can defend the big house easier. It’s at the final stopping point of a dead-end road, we have cameras set up outside that we don’t have here, and there’s more room in case you need a security detail to stick around with you.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Sammy, it also has fresh mattresses in three of the bedrooms, and they don’t have bullet holes in them.”
I huffed in frustration. “Fine, but you know this is going to make the renovations go slower, right?”
“I don’t see why it has to. We’ll figure out some workarounds and it will be all good.”
