Page 40 of Hallow’s Eve
“Where’s Gran?”
Hob never texted back. I searched the web for Senior living facilities back home in Flipping, Arkansas. There was only the one, Shady Pines. Surely dad wouldn’t have put her farther away. I called them asking after Frannie Newberry. They transferred me to her room.
“Eve. Whore. They done kidnapped me.”
“I heard.”
“They say I need to be in this old folk’s home, but you can tell them I’m fine. I know I can’t control myself sometimes, but I’m fine.”
“Yes, Gr… Fran. You are. You are fine.” Really my Gran had nothing wrong with her but the Tourette’s.
“This place is Hell.”
I felt horrible that I couldn’t go to Arkansas and break her out, but I also knew dad had moved her because she was in danger in Tennessee.
“They don’t even have cable television. Only Netflix. How can I watch the news and weather?”
“I’m sorry, Fran.”
“You’ll be next. Your daddy’s a coming for you. Whore.”
“I’ve already seen him. Listen. I’m staying here in Nashville. For a little bit anyway. Have you seen dad?”
“Nope. Not yet. When I do, he’ll be sorry.”
“I love you, Fran. I’ll take care of this real soon,” I promised her, not knowing if I could.
“Make sure to feed Killer the senior dog food.”
Holy Moley. I’d forgotten all about Gran’s dog Killer. I let Gran go and called an Uber right away. Not even knowing where I was, I had to pinpoint my location on my cell to give an address. I started to wake Hallow but changed my mind. After all, the biker slept soundly, and I just didn’t know anymore. All of a sudden, I had a bad feeling. Dad wasn’t back in Arkansas, in all this time. Could I trust that Hallow or his club didn’t run him down and kill him? Kingpin seemed keen on threatening the life of his innocent daughter, so I wouldn’t put killing my dad past him. Part of me wanted to shake Hallow awake and demand answers. But, with this whole mess, I’d forgotten all about Killer. The old dog needed his medicine and to be let out of the house. With Gran gone, I was all he had now. I tried to think about how we left the door when Donette was shot. Had we shut it behind us? I hadn’t been back to the house. Had the police officers searched the house? Poor Killer could be roaming the neighborhood. With all the farmland and wilderness, I’d never find him. I regretted coming to this cabin with Hallow more and more by the second.
Sadly, I had to put on Hallow’s ex’s clothes again. I’d take the Uber to the parking garage on Church Street and drive Gran’s El Camino home to take care of Killer. There I could change and finally put on a bra. Then I’d have to drive back to Nashville and get to the police station to give them my statement. I had an entire day ahead of me before I could even wrap my head around what was going on with me and the biker. That was if he didn’t let his club know about my dad’s whereabouts. The big guy shuffled over to his side still sleeping as I tiptoed out.
Hallow
Fucking hell. I’d slept in and couldn’t find Eve anywhere. Her purse, and all evidence of her was long gone. Calling her, it went straight to her voicemail. Fuck. I went to text her but saw I had a voicemail from Thorn.
“Kingpin’s looking for you. You missed church. He wants a report.”
Fuck. I had missed Church. Saturday night I’d been here sound asleep with Eve.
A text from Pagan, our Vice President, sounded, telling me I better get my ass to Royal Road stat.
Fuck. I took my hog into Nashville, to the old industrial part of the city where you’d never know there was anything of any importance. There Royal Road hid amongst the abandoned warehouses. At the fence, I greeted my brother, Gunn, our day guard.
“They’re looking for you,” he said, right off.
“I’ve heard.”
Inside, Kingpin sat at the bar, alone. Before I could join him, he said, “Fighting Cock was in my state, and you didn’t tell me.”
“Who said?” Fucking Thorn. I sat down at the bar with my President, a man I didn’t know too well. He’d not chosen me to be a Royal Bastard, only took me in from another chapter. It was ten a.m. with not a soul to be found.
Kingpin poured me a drink and lit a joint. After a few tokes, letting me sweat, he said, “Villain heard from our spies in Arkansas that Fighting Cock was up in Nashville on Friday to get his daughter.”
So, it hadn’t been Thorn. I didn’t know how much my President knew so I treaded carefully. I waited for him to go on.
Out of nowhere, Kingpin took the back of my head and slammed my face into the bar. Fuck. It stung like hell. My nose burned. Blood seeped into my mouth. I grabbed his shirt under his neck.
