Babymaker by B. B. Hamel

Author:B. B. Hamel [Hamel, B. B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-11-17T18:30:00+00:00

16

Gates

I quickly cleared my head as I stood out in the sharp, cold mountain air. The memory of Piper’s lips around my cock still lingered, but I had to get my shit together.

Randy was tearing ass up the road. There was no way this was just about those supplies, otherwise he wouldn’t be driving so damn fast. I held my gun loosely but ready at my side as he slammed on his brakes, skidding over the gravel.

I took a deep breath, forcing myself into stillness. I had been trained to control myself, to drop into a near-meditative state during combat. That way, I could react faster and there was nothing distracting me from what I had to do.

Randy jumped from his truck and walked toward me. “Who you hidin’ from?” he asked me. He looked angry.

“Not your concern,” I said.

“It’s my concern now, damn it,” he said.

“What happened?”

“Proximity alarms tripped early this morning.”

I nodded. That made fucking sense. Of course he had proximity alarms. That was how he knew we were here.

“And then what?” I asked.

“Some big guys, mean lookin’ bastards, were drivin’ around in some fancy black truck. They stopped and started questionin’ me, wanted to know if I saw a girl and a big guy around here. I said no and the one guy held a gun at my fuckin’ face.”

“Did you tell them?”

“No,” he growled. “I didn’t. Barely got out of there alive, though. Those bastards are still drivin’ around down there, but they’re comin’, that’s for sure.”

“How’d you beat them up here?”

“They don’t know the way like I do.”

“Thanks, Randy,” I said, turning away.

“Wait,” he called out. “You hold on now. We ain’t done here.”

I turned back to him and he was holding an old pistol pointed directly at my chest. I cursed softly. I hadn’t realized he was packing, since he showed up so damn fast. Another stupid mistake.

“Drop your piece, son,” Randy said.

I nodded and slowly placed the gun on the ground. I stood back up, hands in the air.

“What do you want?” I asked him. “We need to leave before those men get here.”

“Money. Everything you have.”

“No,” I said. “We can’t do that.”

“You don’t have a choice, son. Money or you die.” He walked up toward me, getting closer and closer. I waited patiently, letting him get within range.

“We need that money to get away from these men. If you rob us, you’re killing us.”

“Not my problem, kid,” he said. “You’ll figure it out. Your daddy was a bastard but he sure was resourceful. I’m sure you’re the same.”

Fucking asshole. My father was a piece of shit, but that didn’t give Randy the right to talk shit.

Randy got closer and closer and I could see the fear in his eyes. He’d never held up a man before and probably never shot one. His grip was too tight and I could see the sweat on his brow.

It was now or never. I struck fast, slapping the gun with the outside of my right hand. He pulled the trigger and the gun went off, but the bullet flew harmlessly into the air.

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