BRAYDEN: Sins of the Father (Evil Dead MC - SECOND GENERATION Book 5) by Nicole James

BRAYDEN: Sins of the Father (Evil Dead MC - SECOND GENERATION Book 5) by Nicole James

Author:Nicole James [James, Nicole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Nicole James
Published: 2024-05-23T00:00:00+00:00


CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: LATE NIGHT VISITORS

Rebel—

There’s a late meeting at the clubhouse, and Brayden wasn’t sure what time he’d make it over. I closed the garage at seven. It’s after eleven now, and I’m in a pair of soft pjs made up of a tank and matching shorts. Lying on the bed, I play on my phone until a text comes in.

Brayden: Meeting just broke up. Having a beer with the guys, then gonna slip out.

Me: See you soon.

I go back to playing on my phone, Tucker and Daisy curled up on the rug next to the bed. Cars drive past on the highway, and the sound of their tires rolling on the pavement is familiar and soothing. It’s a warm night, and I’ve got the window cracked open, letting the breeze inside.

It’s after midnight when Brayden calls.

“Hey, sweetheart. I’m at a stoplight on 31. Just got off the interstate. Should be there soon.”

“Great.”

I hear a banging sound and then something that sounds like a tool skidding across the concrete. Both dogs jump to their feet.

There’s a door at the top of the stairs entering my little apartment. I cross and lock it. It’s not much of a door, and it could probably be broken down, but it’s something.

Tucker starts growling.

“What’s going on?” Brayden bites out.

“I think someone’s in the garage,” I whisper.

“Keep the dogs with you, and get your gun. They come up the stairs, fire a couple warning shots up high through the door. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll be there in two minutes, baby.”

“Hurry.”

“They come through that door, do not hesitate to unload that weapon. Dead center chest. Got me, babe?”

I nod, tears streaming down my cheeks, more afraid than I’ve ever been.

I hear the roar of a motorcycle through the receiver and know he’s shoved it in his pocket and is riding hellbent to get to me. Sucking in a calming breath, I get the gun out of my bedside drawer and load a bullet in the chamber, removing the safety. Then I climb on the bed, back against the wall, and aim it at the door.

Tucker is growling low, his head cocked, his ears perked, listening. Then he barks. There’s no confusing it with anything but a big mean dog.

Whoever is down there, they aren’t trying to be quiet. Things are being knocked to the floor. I try to separate the sounds and determine if there’s more than one person. Maybe they just want tools and anything they can carry. Maybe they’re after the cash box. There’s little cash in the building. No one uses it anymore. I can’t remember the last time someone wanted to pay in cash. But still, I keep a couple hundred in small bills, just in case.

My heart is pounding, and I’m trying to keep from completely losing it.

I hear a motorcycle in the distance, coming fast. Please let it be Brayden. But then an even scarier thought fills my head. What if there’s more than one? What if they have weapons? What if Brayden gets hurt?

Footsteps on the stairs carry to my ears, and Tucker starts growling.



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