48 Mac (A Junkyard Boys Novel) by SH Richardson

Author:SH Richardson [Richardson , SH]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: SH RHICHARDSON
Published: 2021-01-30T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER 24

Otelia

I WOKE WITH a terrible sense of Groundhog Day.

The strange bed, the humongous room, fully clothed, beneath a warm duvet. My hair was a complete rat’s nest, my eyes were crusted over, and I sported a mean case of morning breath that honestly made me feel a little queasy. I might’ve been afraid if it weren’t for the raised voices I heard coming from the other room. I recognized them immediately as belonging to Mac and the big man I’d met the other night, Ferdi. I threw back the covers, ready to get up and face the day, when a two-ton weight fell from the sky and slammed right into chest.

Everything flashed back to me in a rush, the reason for my being here, the dead fish hanging from my front door, the blood, the fear. I’d returned to this place of horrors to get on Mac’s ass about the mob-type message left for me as some type of warning. Instead of justifiable anger, I’d felt a strong sense of relief when he met me in the lobby, that if this was his fault, he would somehow make it right. It was foolish and naïve, but who else could I turn to? I was on my own in most things, personal safety being one of them, but it would’ve been nice to have another person in my corner.

“I don’t give a fuck, Ferdi. We track his ass down. Tonight.” Mac’s harsh voice was like an anvil inside my head. He really should consider soundproofing this room if he didn’t want me to eavesdrop.

“If we show up to that location, it could start a war, one we can’t win. He has the force of the organization behind him, the manpower, and the guns. We don’t stand a chance unless…”

“Unless what?” Mac growled.

“We call in your father for reinforcements.”

A loud crash echoed through the room, the sound of something heavy being pushed around and eventually knocked over. I silently tiptoed over to the door still wearing my pajamas and pressed an ear to the frame. Strange. It was relatively quiet considering all the hubbub a second ago. I wasn’t sure if this was a good time for me to stick my head out and yell, “Good morning. What’s for breakfast?” Fuck it, I decided to take a chance.

Holy cannoli!

“Mac. STOP!” I yelled, panicked.

The air stalled in my lungs with an audible gasp. I was so not expecting the sight before me. Mac’s mahogany desk was turned over on its side, papers strewn all over the place, a total wreck. I figured out pretty damn quickly why there wasn’t any more shouting going on. A teeth-bared, chests-puffed, snarling, foaming-at-the-mouth standoff was happening a few feet away. Mac had a gun trained on Ferdi’s head. He, in turn, had his gun pointed at the center of Mac’s chest. I hesitated, unsure if I should enter this lion’s den without a whip and a chair in hopes of separating these two beasts. Perhaps they’d appeal to my damsel in distress act.

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