1 - Brick Solid: Voodoo Troops MC by Jewelz Baxter

Author:Jewelz Baxter [Baxter, Jewelz]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Voodoo Troops MC#1
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

That weekend the club hosted a grand opening for their bar, so Brick was not able to see Nealy. He did, however, text or call often. Still a man of few words his messages were short and to the point.

“Home?”

“Yes. I’m here all locked up.”

“Good.”

She shared everything. What she did not inform him of was the car watching her when she came home from yoga class, sitting in the shadows facing her house. She would have if only she had known.

Nealy sat at the picnic table tucking her hair behind her ears as she searched the tree for the singing birds hidden in the leaves. She grabbed her napkin as it tumbled across the table and picked up her lunch box. As usual she received a creepy phone call shortly after returning to work.

“You look lovely today. See you later.”

Nealy shivered and hang up. The occasional calls were now daily.

The next day Nealy was zipping her lunch bag as Edna walked in the break room. “Tell me something good to get me through this day.”

Before Nealy could reply the receptionist barged in. “Nealy, Mrs. Tedditon wants to see you. Now.” She sneered.

Nealy and Edna looked at each other. What had she done? The manager had been in a mood today. And Taylor, the receptionist, knew every button to push to encourage that mood.

Taylor stood, arms crossed, tapping her foot while Nealy put her lunch bag on the counter and threw her trash away.

She followed Taylor out of the break room and knocked on Mrs. Tedditon's door.

“Come in.”

She pushed the door and stepped into a very tidy office. Two chairs sat facing a large wooden desk. Family photos of children and grandchildren covered the walls.

“You wanted to see me?”

“Yes, have a seat.”

She perched on the edge of a luxurious overstuffed chair. Her back straight, knees together, as she tugged the hem of her blue skirt down.

“It has come to my attention that you are getting personal phone calls during work hours. An excessive amount.” The bank manager gauged her reaction from across the desk.

Nealy made no reply. She had been getting calls, personal calls, anonymous calls.

“Although, I have not seen a lack in your work, the calls must stop.” She rose and circled the desk. “If not, I will have to let you go.”

“Yes, ma’am. I understand.” Nealy stood to leave as the intercom sounded.

“Mrs. Tedditon.”

“Yes?”

“Nealy has a phone call on line one.”

“Thank you.”

Mrs. Tedditon glared at Nealy with tight lips. “You will be on speaker. Tell them they must stop calling.” She reached across her desk and pulled the phone closer, pushed buttons and turned to Nealy, extending her hand toward the phone.

“This is Nealy.” Her answer was slow as she leaned closer to the desk.

“You can’t hide from me.” A low and eerie male voice came over the speaker sending chills down her spine.

“What do you want?” Knowing he never acknowledged her questions she didn't expect an answer.

“You’ll know soon enough.”

“If you keep calling, I’m going to lose my job.

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