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“Kendara?” a man asked, and I opened my eyes.
“Hi.”
“Hey, lady,” he replied, and his lips quirked. “Nice to see you awake.”
“It was safer with my eyes closed. Nobody wanted to bash my brains in then.”
“Good point. I’m going to check you over, honey, okay? I am not getting familiar,” he said.
“Can I have your name first? You know, before you get fresh with me?” I asked.
“We’ve met, but remembering names is hard. I’m Shotgun.”
“Nice. Don’t let Troy near a weapon. The little fuck is trigger-happy,” I replied without an ounce of guilt at calling Troy a cuss word. He’d wanted to blow my head off.
“The boys are too busy getting reamed by Sunny at the moment. Then they’re going to have to deal with Chance, Bear, Big Al and their fathers. The old ladies are on a tear, too. Don’t worry about them with a weapon. At least not for the short-term future,” Shotgun replied as he ran his hands over me.
I winced as he touched my head and discovered a large bump. “Guess my concussion just got worse.”
“I wouldn’t disagree!” Shotgun murmured as he felt around the lump.
Behind me, I could hear the bellows getting louder and silently applauded Sunny. What the hell had those kids done?
“What happened?” I asked.
“It seems the little shit’s like listening to conversations and had listened to us discussing how to tear this barn down. We’d planned to pull it down with a digger, but not the boys. They broke into a secure shed and lifted three sticks of dynamite and then wired it up and put petrol all around to make sure it burned.”
“And I rode into the explosion zone?” I asked.
“Yeah, honey, you certainly did. You are lucky to have lived. However, the good news is you’ve no broken bones, although you’re going to be a mess of cuts and bruises. And you’re gonna be sore as hell for a while,” Shotgun said.
“Can I sit up now?”
“Let me help you,” he replied and helped me up and leant me back against him to brace me. I don’t think I had the strength to hold myself up.
In front of me, a huge man continued shouting at the kids. Brax saw me and screamed and broke away, but Shotgun caught him before he could knock me down.
“Gently, she’s badly hurt,” Shotgun warned.
“My Kenny, I knew you wouldn’t leave me. They tried to kill you,” Brax hissed, and I swallowed hard. There was a look of clear evil on his face as he glared at his brothers and Troy.
“I’m fine, just banged up,” I replied.
“And you were involved in that shit, too,” Shotgun pointed out.
“No, they wanted to bash her brains in. Said she was a zombie. My Kenny would never be a zombie. They are gonna pay for that,” Brax stated evilly.
“It’s all good, little dude,” I whispered, my head pounding. I reached out and patted Brax’s hand.
“They’re going to pay,” Brax repeated, and I looked up at Shotgun, worried.
Shotgun shrugged. “Rooster can sort that shit out.”
I jumped as bikes sounded near and was impressed that I could hear Chance yelling before he’d even turned his Harley off. Beside him, Bear was also tearing strips off the boys, and it was rather comical how when either Chance or Bear paused for breath, the other one carried on.
“I want a hot bath and my bed,” I muttered and closed my eyes. “And I want Rooster.”
“Rooster’s on his way now. He’s frantic. If he doesn’t get a speeding ticket, he is one lucky son of a bitch,” Sunny said, approaching me. “I’ve called Smokey to bring a four-wheeled drive and make sure it’s padded out with cushions and shit. But it’s gonna hurt getting you back, Kendara, I’m sorry.”
