Page 28 of Hell on an Angel
“I’ll give him the chance.” Cree watched the snow as it fell harder. They would never get out of this place. “What’s happening back home? Fill me in.”
Teller forgot Cree had been with Kennedy for weeks. “Vicious and Sway got married.”
“Fuck. When did that happen?”
“A few days ago. When do you think you’ll be back?”
“I don’t know. We’re still in Minnesota. Don’t worry, I reached out to the chapter in Minneapolis and let them know we’re here.”
Teller knew a little about the reservations. They were sovereign nations within the States. Cree didn’t have to let anyone know he was on the reservation. “You didn’t have to do that, but I do appreciate it. Is there anything I can do to help your situation?”
He chuckled. “Figure out how to keep me from having my throat slit by Player.”
“Listen, if you want me to send someone down, I can. Becks is about to head out. He can come that way and lend you a hand with Player’s sister.”
“You can keep that fucker away from her,” Cree said firmly.
Teller thought Cree had been joking about having slept with Player’s sister, but the brother was dead serious. Sounded to him like his friend had fallen for the girl. “I’m just saying, if you can’t handle things . . .”
“I can handle Kennedy.” Talking to Teller had Cree thinking more clearly until he caught sight of the curtain move. Kennedy had been eavesdropping. “I gotta go, Teller.”
He heard Teller laugh as he hung up. “Now to deal with my ol’ lady.” The comment brought him up short. “Shit!”
Chapter Fifteen
Something had woken him from a dream. He was back at the Stronghold Table, performing the Ghost Dance. He could see the shadow figures of other men dancing with him. Now, he was sweating, staring up at the bedroom ceiling. A noise from outside had Cree rolling away from the warmth of his woman. The sound of crackling and bright orange light had him lunging from the bed and grabbing his gun from the nightstand. Checking the mag, he slammed it back home.
“Kennedy!” Cree shouted over the roaring sound of ATVs coming from outside. She sat up as something flew through the window, shattering the glass. A glass bottle smashed against the floor, sending flaming liquid across the floor.
Using a towel laying on a chair, Cree beat the small flames into submission. Pulling on his jeans, he told Kennedy to get some clothes on. An orange glow could be seen from the living room as he moved down the hallway. A second explosion had him turning for the doorway. “Kennedy, keep away from the windows.”
Loud sounds of shattering glass had her dropping to the floor as she tugged on her pajamas. Feeling under the bed, she found her slippers and pulled them on. “What is that noise?” she asked Cree from beside the bed.
Light from outside flickered through the curtains. When the next explosion hit, Cree grabbed Kennedy, taking her back to the floor.
Another window shattered, sending more glass blowing back into the room. Getting to his feet, he scooped up Kennedy and headed into the bathroom.
“Do not move, Kennedy. Do you understand me? Do not move.”
He watched as she nodded. “When I say move, you stay low.” Grabbing his backup pistol from under the sink, he shoved it into her hand. “Do not shoot me.” Keeping her at his back, he moved them into the living room.
They’d barely stepped into the living room as a ball of fire crashed through the window. Glass and flaming liquid exploded across the wooden floor, and the long drapes caught fire.
Kennedy stepped back into the shelter of the bathroom. Sirens could be heard in the distance, but they were too far off to stop the attack.Help’s coming, she told herself silently.
Cree fumbled for the fire extinguisher. He managed to put out the curtains and the floor. Smoke filled the room, making it hard to see Kennedy. If he called her name, it would give their positions away. When he found her safe in the bathroom, he held up his hand and motioned for her to stay there.
A round of bullets pinged off the far wall, causing Cree to move quickly across the room. They were sitting ducks inside the house. The only room that hadn’t been penetrated was the bathroom. Moving back toward Kennedy, he closed the door to the bathroom then carefully opened the window. The back of the house was almost butt-up to the edge of the frozen lake. That’s what kept the attackers from hitting that window. Looking down, he saw there was enough of an area for them to drop down and get to the garage.
He climbed out first, and once on the ground, Cree held his hands out to help Kennedy down. When she was steady on her feet, he took her along the backside of the house. Sticking to the shadows, they made their way to the garage. He could hear men shouting back and forth as blue and white lights were seen coming in the distance. The cops were still too far off—this whole fucking thing could be over in seconds.
A shot rang out, hitting the garage next to his head. Cree ducked down, and using his shoulder, he shoved the side door open and forced Kennedy to get inside. “Find somewhere to hide. I’ll be back.”
“I’m not staying in here while you go out there. You could be killed.”
Cree grabbed her chin, forcing Kennedy to look at him. Gone was the man she’d been in bed with. Now, a dangerous man stood holding her in place. “Get inside . . .now.” Before he shoved her into the garage, he kissed her fast, then he closed the door, leaving her alone in the dark.
“I’ll be back for you.” Kennedy closed her eyes, hearing those five words through the door.
