Page 13 of A Dangerous Game
All my fears have come true.
Throwing open my door, I beeline straight for the kitchen. I'm fucking thirsty.
“Hey,” a voice calls out from my living room.
I reach for the junk drawer and open it up to grab my gun. “Who's there?” I demand.
My hand touches an empty drawer. Fuck.
“You really think I'm not going to search for your weapons?” A man taunts.
“What do you want?”
He chuckles. “To give you a message. You're next, chica. But we're gonna have fun with you first.”
The man didn't have to spell it out. I understand what that means.
“Who are you?” I ask again.
The man walks to just out of my sight so I can't identify him. “I'm the only one who can save you. You're next.”
“What the fuck?” Thorn demands and glares at the man.
The man runs past him quickly and has disappeared just as quickly as he appeared.
HULK
The idea of Sinclair coming back has got my stomach all in knots.
I know she needs to be here to ensure her safety but I sure as shit don’t want to look at her and her judgemental eyes. I haven’t set my eyes on her since she left three years ago.
The years have been good to her, I will give her that. I haven’t watched one of those skin movies she’s in but I’ve Googled her.
What can I say? She’s my first love… And will be my last.
We’re sitting in Bishop’s room waiting to find out what we’ve got to do next when the door flies open and one of the prospects come running in.
Growling at him, I demand to know what he’s doing in here instead of guarding the door. “What the fuck do you think you’re doin’ in here?”
Someone tried to kill our president. We’re not taking any chances. Absolutely none.
Fuck that shit.
“We need some of the brothers at the compound,” he wheezes out from running.
I roll my eyes. These pweebs are too sensitive nowadays. Too the-sky-is-falling for my taste.
We all grumble under our breaths about how they have become little bitches.
“For fuck’s sake! Someone blew up the gate!”
“What the fuck d’ya mean someone blew up the gate?”
The pweeb’s breathing has slowed but he’s still a little winded. “Someone threw a pipe bomb through the gate and blew it open. Knocked out all the cameras around the compound. Someone’s planning something.”
“Fuck!” Bishop yells out. “What are y’all waitin’ for? Why are you sittin’ with me? Get your asses to the clubhouse and make sure no one’s touched our guns or merch!”
The thirty or so brothers that have gathered in the room of our fallen leader, push out of their spots and run out the door. I take one last look at Bishop. “We gotta get Sin back,” I mutter.
