Page 25 of Hell on an Angel
“Wait . . . I get to go shopping?”
“Yeah, you can do some shopping.” Opening the truck door so she could climb in, Cree waited for her to slide over across the bench seat. When she stopped in the centre, he didn’t argue. He’d be a stupid man not to want her next to him.
Needing food and other supplies, they headed out and drove around the lake, heading to do some shopping. The water glistened as the sun beat down on it. In the distance, several wooden cabins sat on the frozen surface. Pointing out at them, Kennedy asked why they were there.
“Those are ice fishing huts.”
“I don’t think I’d enjoy that.”
“Probably not.”
Do you think with the weather being warm, we should think about packing up and leaving?”
“I thought about it. The only problem is we’d be on the road when night falls, which would leave us in below freezing temps.”
“I didn’t think about that.”
“I checked the weather, and we should have a few days in the low forties next week. I’m thinking we should be able to make a break then.”
She’d leave that up to Cree. After all, he was the one in charge, and he had to operate the bike, not her.
Chapter Fourteen
As days and nights passed, Cree and Kennedy grew closer. Kisses were stolen as coffee was poured in the morning. At night, while she read paperbacks she’d purchased at the store, Cree would watch TV with his head in her lap. They still argued like the devil most days, but at night, they always ended up wrapped up in each other.
They hadn’t talked about what would happen when they left the safety of the reservation. They had no idea if the men searching for her had given up, or if they were still out there somewhere.
Nothing Cree found on the internet about any missing persons or murders had anything to do with Kennedy’s boss or his associates. A few random posts on Kennedy’s social media asking her to contact work was all he’d found. He wondered if her boss thought she was stupid enough to respond.
Cree knew firsthand that problems did not solve themselves. People like Kennedy’s boss didn’t allow things like being seen killing a man go unchecked. No, they stepped back and waited for things to cool down, then they struck hard and fast.
That thought had Cree worrying more every day they remained at the reservation, especially after the scene at the gas station days before.
Cree walked out of the store after paying for gas to find a truckload of locals harassing Kennedy. He recognized one of the men as Roddy Little Elk, a cousin of the girl from Pine Ridge Reservation. What was the likelihood they’d run into one of her family members at Red Lake?
Shoving the guy away from Kennedy, Cree ducked as Roddy took a swing at him. Dodging left, then right, Cree’s fists connected with the guy’s sternum in a one-two punch. The sound of Kennedy screaming distracted him long enough for Roddy to tackle him to the ground.
Rolling across the ground, ice and snow crunched beneath the two men as they shot elbows at one another. Blood spewed from Roddy’s nose from Cree slamming an elbow into it. Tossing the guy off him, Cree scrambled to his feet as another guy tried shoving Kennedy into their truck.
Cree swept his feet, causing the guy to go down on his knees. Grabbing for Kennedy, he pulled her away from the truck as police cars pulled into the parking lot.
Maliki rushed toward his cousin. “Cree, are you two okay?”
“Yeah, but this asshole,” Cree kicked the guy still on his knees, “tried kidnapping my ol’ lady.”
“What about Little Elk?” Maliki asked as another officer took control of the man groaning at Cree’s feet.
“He was in on it,” Cree answered as he kept Kennedy tight to him, her face tucked against his chest.
“Running Wolf disrespected my cousin,” Roddy yelled as he was put into cuffs.
“And you thought grabbing his woman was punishment for that?” Maliki asked as Roddy struggled against the other officer.
“An eye for an eye.”
It wasn’t the first time Roddy and his buddies had been arrested for some bullshit or another. Nodding to the other officer, Maliki told him to take them to the jail. “If you’re both okay, I’ll go take care of those idiots.”
“Thanks.” Cree kissed Kennedy on the head. “Let’s get back to the house.” He felt her nod against him.
