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Later, as I settled into the bedroom that used to be Uncle Brady’s when he was younger, my phone beeped with an incoming text. For a few seconds, I thought maybe it was my dad wondering why I’d moved into the big house. I was only somewhat disappointed to see that it was Bigfoot who texted me. Immediately, I changed his picture from the generic one assigned to new contacts to one of a cartoon Bigfoot.
Bigfoot: Been thinking about you today.
Sammy: No need. I haven’t even had to use a pea shooter for rattlesnakes today.
Bigfoot: You’re on my mind all the time.
Sammy: Scandalous, considering you have a whole family.
Bigfoot: You know that was a bunch of bullshit.
I did know that, but for some reason I liked poking the bear - or maybe I should say, I liked poking the Bigfoot. He seemed to like when I teased him.
Sammy: You’ll be happy to hear that I’m all settled in my grandparents’ house.
Bigfoot: It’s your house.
Sammy: It still doesn’t feel like it.
Bigfoot: I want to come keep you company, but I have Hawk with me tonight.
Sammy: He’s your priority - as he should be. By the way, you gave him a really cool name.
Bigfoot: How do you know it was me who gave it to him?
Sammy: I’ve met his mother. She’s not that cool.
I laughed as the three little dots that indicated he was typing started and stopped and started and stopped over and over again.
Sammy: Did I throw you for a loop with the truth?
Bigfoot: No, you made me laugh and it hurt like hell. Dropped my damn phone three times.
I giggled at my phone and then sighed because there was no way it was sane to even think about getting involved with the man. I had already killed two people since meeting him and it had only been a week. One very long, very drama-filled week. I felt drained again just thinking about it.
Sammy: Tired now. Goodnight.
He didn’t respond before I flipped my phone over on the bed-side table and closed my eyes. I wasn’t sure who was watching out for me, but Uncle Brady had assured me that it was safe for me to go to sleep, and I trusted him, so that’s what I did.
13.IT’S NOT STALKING
BIGFOOT
“Headed out?”
Baffle and Knuckles were beside the bar as I made my way by them, headed to the front door. I stopped and turned to see that neither one of them could hold back the smirks. I narrowed my eyes on them. “Why?”
“Just wondering if you’re off to see Hawk or setting out on stalker duty.” Knuckles couldn’t even finish his sentence before he started to laugh.
“You both know why, and it’s not stalking!”
“Yeah, but she won’t even go out on a date with you. At some point, you might need to throw in the towel on that one.”
Baffle knew better. I wasn’t throwing in the towel on Sammy. She might not understand just yet, but she would. Eventually. She was being stubborn. That’s all there was to it. She still liked to text back and forth with me. We had been dancing around everything for two weeks since it all went down with her second kill. The only times I’d seen her were when I watched over her from the shadows to make sure there wasn’t another attempt on her life. It wasn’t that I hadn’t tried to see my beautiful angel. Sammy just wasn’t having it. She didn’t feel comfortable dating me when she knew it would pose a problem for the mother of my child and most likely Hawk as well. There was nothing I could say to reassure her and fucking Melissa kept dodging my calls and texts, despite the threats that she better make shit right.
Before I could take off, Dime yelled for me. “What now?” I asked out loud.
“Problem with the garden,” he announced. Not everyone that hung around the clubhouse knew about our shroom operation. Most of the time when someone mentioned the garden, everyone assumed we were growing our own weed. We did do that, since we had a legal dispensary. It wasn’t attached to the club, we had our legitimate businesses run through shell corporations that appeared to be owned by individuals who couldn’t be members of the club. In fact, my mom, Tilly was the one who owned the dispensary. Nadine, Baffle’s aunt, officially owned the club’s gas station, the V-KOA Fill-Up.
