Page 54 of DOG Part 2
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Kim
“You know, being around you Rugged Angels men is probably the worst thing I could be doing right now,” I said after, pulling my legs up onto the seat and resting my chin on them.
“Think whatever you want, but you’re wrong.”
Ouch, I guess I poked the grumpy bear. “No offense and all, but does this other gang have it in for Rugged Angels? They’ll be looking for you not me, won’t they? How do I know that they even care about me? I’m sure until today they didn’t even know what I look like.”
“Trust me, they know. If they got to your mother, they could have gotten to you too.”
“And they only want that to send my dad a message, right?”
“Yes.”
“There you go.” He didn’t have anything to say to that, so I kept going. “How do I know you’re not just going to turn on your brothers and hand me over to that other gang for fifty bucks?”
“I wouldn’t.”
“Right.”
“I made a promise to your old man. We have a code, but you wouldn’t understand that. Besides, you’re worth a bit more than a fifty.”
“Gee, thanks. Good to know.”
“Are you gonna keep asking questions?”
“Plenty.”
“Do me a favor. Don’t.”
“I’ll keep it short. Why are you so sure that wherever you’re taking me is going to be safer than where we just came from?”
“There’s no place where we’ll be completely off the radar for those bastards. We just need to keep one step ahead of them. Listen, reach over behind your seat and grab that blue case in the magazine pouch, will you?”
I stretched around my seat and pulled it out. “This?”
“Yeah. Open it.”
I slid the zipper at the top and opened it. Black duct tape. “What do you need this for?”
Deadpan, he answered, “Ask me another question and I’ll stop this vehicle and show you.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“You want to try me?”
I put the case back and kept my questions to myself for the moment.
