Page 7 of Bitten By Zombie

“Can I go, or am I a prisoner?”

“You’re not a prisoner.” Zombie growled the words and took a step forward.

Heidi stood ready to hobble out with as much dignity as she could muster when Zombie spoke again. “But you’re not going anywhere. Someone wants you dead.”

“Why do you say that?” Heidi crossed her arms over her chest. Refusing to volunteer anything until she knew if she could trust him.

“Because you were drugged.”

“So? Lots of people are drugged for purposes other than death.”

He took another step forward and ticked off a finger. “And put in the trunk of a car.”

So, he knew that too.

She guessed it made sense. That’s probably where they found her.

“Again, other purposes to that action.”

Zombie took yet another step forward and ticked off yet another finger. He was almost on her. His strides were menacingly wide.

“Like I…”

Another step, another finger. “That car was called to be towed.”

Okay, that was news, but she still refused to concede.

“Point? That still doesn’t equal murder.”

He stepped right into her personal space. Her eyes were level with his Adam’s apple, which bobbed as he swallowed. He bent down and put his nose right to hers. A mere hairsbreadth separated them.

“Someone called to have it crushed with your ass in the trunk. So that’s the fucking point, Heidi.”

She reared back at the venom in his words.

While she’d realized when Stan shoved the pills down her throat that he had lost it, it was still a shock having the confirmation that he meant to kill her.

He was her blood. As much as their last encounter had been the worst experience of her life, she was still hurt by that news.

He’d once been a good man, the best brother a girl could hope for. That wasn’t who he was any longer.

It took her longer to recover from that news than she’d like. She chalked it up to drug brain.

“Fine, so someone wants me dead. That’s my business, not yours. Can I go now?”

She watched his eyes flash with something unidentifiable before he stood back to his full height. “It’s my business now.”

“You don’t fuck me, feed me, or finance me, so what about my potential murder is your business,Zombie?”

Joanie spoke up, but neither tore their gaze from one another. Heidi would faint before she looked away first.

“Play nice, Zombie. She’s just been drugged and survived an attempted murder. Let’s not add more trauma to her plate.” Joanie’s voice was singsongy, like she was dealing with a child, and that amused Heidi for some reason.

Zombie ignored Joanie and cocked half his mouth up in a smirk that Heidi wanted to smack straight.

“Whenever you want to change any one or all three of those, just let me know, sweetheart. As for my business, Stan made it my business when he tried to use my club to do his dirty work.”

The sound of Stan’s name on his lips struck a fresh wave of panic in her. “How…how do you know Stan?”

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