BAMF by SJD Peterson

Author:SJD Peterson [SJD Peterson]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

FROM HIS hiding place on the front porch, Alex worked to slow his rapidly beating heart and harsh breaths. He was fairly certain he’d taken out the shooter and there was either only one intruder or the car barreling down his drive had chased away any accomplices. Alex’s effort to calm himself was for nothing, both heart and lungs going wild as the car in the drive came to a stop. Alex jumped up, stormed down the steps, and sprinted across the lawn, meeting the driver as he stepped out of the car.

“Do you see this?” Alex asked, pointing to the wood splinters in his hair. “Do you?”

“Is that wood?” Mick asked and plucked a piece out of Alex’s curls and examined it.

“Yes, from the doorframe that shattered over my head. You know, when a bullet was aimed at it.” Alex swatted the splinter out of Mick’s hand.

“Good thing the guy was a bad shot, eh? I mean seriously, how can anyone miss this mop?” Mick mused and pulled at one of Alex’s curls.

“It’s not funny! You led them right to me, you dumb shit,” Alex accused angrily.

“Whoa now, you can’t know it was my fault.” Mick gave Alex an exasperated look. “Umm, if they know where you are, do you think it’s a good idea to be standing out here in the open bitching at me?”

It took all Alex’s effort not to stomp his foot or punch Mick in the face or…. Ugh, the bastard was right. Alex had been so pumped up on adrenaline, as well as pissed off, he’d gone off half-cocked. Recklessly running across the yard to bitch at his friend rather than cautiously assessing his environment was pretty stupid. It wouldn’t be the first time Mick had accused him of being crazy. Alex was sure it wouldn’t be the last. But regardless of what Mick said, Alex did not have a death wish, more of a slight temper with a short fuse. Maybe he really did need to look into those anger management classes Mick had suggested more than a few times.

“Fine.” Alex stabbed a finger in Mick’s chest. “But as soon as we deem it safe, I’m reaming your ass.”

“I know how badly you want my sexy ass.” Mick smirked. “But really? How many times do I have to tell you I don’t, nor will I ever, swing your way before you’ll give up?”

Alex rolled his eyes. Mick was talking shit, teasing, but he was also taking in his surroundings with a critical eye, focused, listening, watching. He was the levelheaded half of their team.

“I heard the guy scream from over there,” Alex informed Mick, pointing at the brush along the side of the house. “Give me your flashlight.”

Mick reached into the car and retrieved the light and handed it to Alex. Sweeping the area with a wide beam of light, he headed to where the scream came from, Mick right on his heels. The spot behind the bushes was trampled down, spent casings littered the ground, and there was blood but nothing else.

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