I went to perch at the window.
I watched from the only window my room afforded as my brother led the guys over to the shed on the property. Ah. So that was where they were doing their church meetings around here. I watched Brutus hold the door open for everyone, looking around like they were going to be attacked any second. Once my brother slipped inside after everyone else, Brutus ushered him in, then gave one last look around before he slipped inside himself.
I moved like lightning.
I didn’t care about their rules or their macho way of living. I would have information that I wanted at my disposal, and they couldn’t stop me from that shit. If they thought they could manage me the way they managed everything else around here, tuck me into a corner and keep me quiet and out of the room where the real decisions got made, they had another fucking thing coming.
I silenced my footsteps as I slipped out the back door, keeping to the shadows. Though, I didn’t have to do much. The shed didn’t have any windows or anything like that, despite the fact that it was large enough to park all of the bikes safely with space. I wondered what side of the shed they congregated on. There was only one entrance, and I hoped they weren’t standing right in front of the fucking doors.
But once I got to the shed doors without any fuss, I pressed my ear to it.
I heard every single fucking thing happening inside.
“All right,” Cap said, “we heard from our contact at the DOJ, and we need to talk.”
Oooooh, this was going to be good.
“How are you guys contacting them again?” my brother asked.
“Email,” I heard Wrecker say.
Brutus’s voice rumbled forth, but it was so deep that between the wind kicking up through the trees and the insulated wood of the finished shed, I couldn’t make out what he said.
“You’re fucking kidding me,” Scout said.
But whatever he had said, it was apparently juicy.
Fuck his deep voice.
“Nope, not kidding,” Cap said. “Ranger, did you print out those emails?”
Ranger snickered. “Not in the half an hour that all of this has transpired, no. But I can.”
“Go. Get them printed. I want everyone to have a copy so that we can all look at it together.”
Wait, he was leaving the shed?
Fuck, I had to scramble.
I ripped myself up from the ramp that led into the shed from the dirt ground and I tiptoed as quickly as I could around the corner of the shed. I heard the door rip open before the long-haired, bearded tech guy lumbered down the ramp with Smoke padding silently at his heel, murmuring something to himself that I couldn’t catch. I also saw Brutus’s heavy shadow lingering out the open shed door from around the corner.
I heard his low, mumbled voice.
“Cap’s not looking, get in here.”
I froze before I slowly peeked around the corner and found that asshole already staring where he knew I was.
“What?” I whispered.
“Get in,” he mouthed before he peeked back into the storage shed.
I sure as fuck didn’t have to be told twice, either.
Though I was still pissed at him for lying straight to my goddamn face.
“Thanks,” I whispered.
He just shook his head and stepped with me so that his massive body covered mine. His shadow cloaked away what his body didn’t, and when he closed the shed door, he backed up against me.
