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Thunder hated the FBI. He said their priorities ‘sucked ass’ because they abandoned Tabitha and children in need.
Grumbling about his patience wearing thin Thunder carried me from the bathroom to my room.
After setting me on my feet and making sure my towel was secure, he kissed my forehead. “Little Goddess of mine, get dressed, but wait for me to call you down.”
Nervous that the only pillar of strength I had, Thunder, would be taken from me if the FBI found out he killed Daddy, I nodded, trying not to start to cry again.
The sweet side Thunder had let me see disappeared when he turned away from me and headed for the door, barking, “Roamer.” It was wild, but I was sure his muscles grew when he was getting agitated. His walk, tender when coming toward me, would become aggressive and predatory.
Thunder versus Hellion.
Acknowledging Hellion making an appearance, Roamer was quick to come running, immediately falling in line to try to calm the beast ready to play games only he would win. “No one will get past me, bro.” Following Hellion out the door, Roamer closed it and cursed, “Fuck the feds.”
Rushing to my window, I looked to the left then down my long driveway. Sure enough, two dark SUVs were leaving a dust trail as they closed in.
“Thunder,” I gulped, rushing to my closet.
Listening to a knock on the door then hearing Thunder going out onto the porch, not inviting anyone inside, I was in jeans, a T-shirt, and my cowgirl boots in record speed. I rushed out of my bedroom door only to run into a wall.
I tried to squeeze past Roamer, but he wasn’t having it. “Your boy is young but impressive,” he whispered, pointing to the top step as a compromise. “Don’t get me killed.”
Sitting in a rush, I clung to a metal post, angling my ear to hear what was being said outside.
Thunder bellowed, “This is where I tell you to fuck off. Tabi is a grown-ass woman who I no longer have say over.”
As I pushed thoughts of Thunder being with another woman aside, Roamer chanted, “Be cool. Be cool, hot-headed friend.”
Thunder then said, “Nope, I can’t stop Mr. Stannon from a long vacation either.”
I grabbed Roamer’s hand. “Don’t let ’em take him, please.”
He squeezed. “Nothing to take him for.”
Nervous, I nodded and internally repeated words I’d been told. They know nothin’. They know nothin’.
The night Daddy was killed, Diesel said his body would never be found. The whistling in my ear promised otherwise.
Hellion got louder. “Then bring family services because I’m not opening the door for you.”
Through the glass of the door Mama had designed so she could see our pastures, I saw Chubs step closer to Hellion, helping block the door. Both had their backs to us.
The four agents facing them suddenly looked to their right when hearing rumbling motorcycles barreling down the driveway.
“Oh, shit,” muttered Roamer. “They think Hellion is a pain in the ass? Wait ’til they get a load of his dad.”
I grabbed my chest in relief. Diesel. If anyone could help Thunder, it was him.
The agents started grumbling and adjusting their weight, hands unbuckling safety flaps over the guns on their hips. Apparently, the Redemption Ryders’ reputation preceded them.
Gripping my knee with one hand, my fingers tightened on Roamer’s.
“It’s okay,” he assured me. “That old man always has a plan.”
With my house on stilts, I could see motorcycles pulling up all around the SUVs. Through the glass, I saw Artist unload in a hurry. “Damn, I gotta piss!” He was suddenly taking two front porch steps at a time. “My bro! Can I use—”
Hellion was already opening the door, “Anything for family.”
With the door wide open, Artist jogged inside. One of the agents threw his hands in the air behind him.
