Page 38 of Guarding Glenda

He was hiding something. They all were.

I needed answers. I needed to talk to Bama. Or Hammer. Or Leigh.

Chapter 16

Leigh

After Hammer left, I cleaned up the house and put everything back where it was. I also taped up the windowpane Hammer shot out.

Bruce sulked. I drank a couple of beers but that didn’t help. I was bored out of my mind. I usually was off scouting, making deals, or working. The past week I’d been taking care of Glenda and making a lot of calls. The Scorpions were making trouble but we weren’t sure if it was because of the shit with Linny and Glenda or their normal bullshit.

Now I had nothing to fucking do and was told to stay away from the clubhouse. I tried lying down, but the bedding smelled like her. As much as I loved that smell on my pillow, I couldn’t bear to inhale it all night.

We went outside for a while but thunder clapped, followed by a bolt of lightning. Bruce howled, jumped up, and scratched at the door, so we both went back inside.

This time of year, thunderstorms, tropical storms, and sometimes hurricanes brewed but we were at the tail end of the season. Usually storms helped me sleep, but I plopped into my black recliner, lying back as far as it would go, and stared at the ceiling.

Bruce curled up in his dog bed and when I looked down at him, his big black eyes were staring at me.

“I know buddy. I miss her, too.” Sighing, I grabbed the remote. “Maybe some TV.”

Flipping through the channels, nothing seemed interesting so I stopped on the weather station. There was a big thunderstorm on us and more moving in from Mississippi.

Thunder was rolling close together and Bruce was whining. He didn’t like storms.

But the low hum of the weatherman explaining the storms and the rain pelting the house helped lull me to sleep.

It was short-lived, though. My phone rang over and over. Most of the guys texted, sometimes Hammer would call. Leaning up in the chair, I reached over and grabbed the phone off the table between the chair and sofa.

When I turned it over, my sleepy haze was gone quickly.

I cleared my throat. “Glenda. Are you alright?”

Her voice was shaky. “I need you to come get me.”

“I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

I ended the call and flew from the chair, grabbing the keys to the truck. The bike would be faster but it was storming hard. I jogged down the hall and opened the safe, pulling out a grand and shoving it in my pocket.

“Bruce, be good. No time to crate you,” I said as I pulled my boots on and ran out the door.

Lightning flashed as I practically jumped off the steps to the ground. My sidewalk was slick and I almost slipped, so I ran through the grass instead.

I’d barely shut the door to the truck when I started the engine. I fishtailed as I turned it around to take off down the long driveway.

The road was dark and there weren’t any speed traps on the way to the clubhouse. We had a few of the boys in blue in our pocket, so they stayed away. Still, the roads were slick and pooling water, so I had to be cautious. But I couldn’t get there fast enough.

Turning down the road to the clubhouse, I sped up until I got to the parking lot. I couldn’t slide into one of my brother's bikes so I slowed down and pulled as close as I could into a space.

Skeeter and Runt opened the front doors and stood, arms crossed. Fucking prospects.

“Leigh, whatcha doing, man?” Skeeter asked as I got closer.

“You can go get Hammer if you want, but you’re not stopping me.” I kept walking at a fast pace toward the door.

“Leigh. Man, listen,” Runt said as I stepped onto the sidewalk.

They tried to crowd the doorway, but I grabbed them both by the shirt collars and tossed them down onto the concrete. They both scrambled to their feet, so I wasted no time clocking Skeeter, then Runt, before turning to run toward the stairs.