“Scars”—PapaRoach
When Ogun left, I already knew what I was going to do. I’d noticed the folded up clothes on the dresser when he’d brought me in the room earlier. It turned out to be a little harder than I’d anticipated, because I didn’t know he’d left a guard dog on me.
Speaking of which, I wanted to pick up my dog in the morning. Knowing she’d been shot and nearly killed had nearly ended me.
Trying not to think about who the items belonged to, I’d gotten dressed and quietly entered the “great hall,” as I called it. There was a young guy who was a prospect cleaning the bar and filling the coolers. He’d looked up the second I stepped out of the hall that lead to the rooms.
“Can I get something for you, ma’am?” he’d asked, making me feel old as fuck.
Trying to come up with a reason to be out there, I wandered to the bar and sat down. “It’s so quiet here tonight. Where is everyone? I woke up and it’s like a ghost town.”
“They had something to do,” he said, looking slightly cagey. Kid would need to work on his poker face.
“Hmm. Okay, well, can I get a water?”
“Sure thing,” he said with a relieved grin. He pulled one out of the big ice pit behind the bar and set it on one of those paper coasters. The place was really pretty impressive for a private bar.
“I don’t suppose you have any snacks, do you?” I asked after I’d already looked around to see if there were any handy. When I didn’t see any, I hoped he’d need to go get them from somewhere.
“Umm, well, I was going to restock them, but I haven’t gotten that far,” he said apologetically.
I pouted in my best fashion.
“I can go get you something if you want,” he offered, and I had to fight doing a fist pump.
“That would be awesome.” I gave him a bright smile that I prayed looked super innocent but probably looked creepy as hell.
As soon as he went into the kitchen, I hauled ass to the door. “I need to go to the bathroom! Be right back!” I shouted, then quietly went outside. The bikes were still parked alongside the building.
“Where the hell did they go?” I whispered to myself. As I scanned the area, I saw a line of figures at the edge of one of the fields. They were headed onto the neighboring farm. There was enough moonlight that if I was careful, I could probably make my way over there.
It didn’t take long to find the path. If I hadn’t seen them, I might not have known where to look, but knowing they likely took a fairly straight path, I pushed the lilac bush to the side and there it was.
Praying there weren’t any creatures of the night out in the field, I moved cautiously and slow. The night was still, so I could hear their voices carrying across the field but couldn’t make out what they were saying.
When I got to the edge of the farm site, I crouched in the plants, because I saw people meandering around the corner of a building set off to the back. My heart was pounding, and it sounded like my breathing was as loud as a chainsaw.
Sometimes at a crawl, I made my way over to a small building surrounded by trees and bushes and leaned against the side like I was in some kind of action movie. “What the hell am I doing?” I asked myself, then slapped a hand over my mouth.
The pigs in the building near me were snuffling around, and I hoped they wouldn’t give me away. If I got caught, I knew they’d send me back to the clubhouse and likely lock my ass in the room. I didn’t want that, because I really needed to see what they were up to with the three men who’d tried to ruin my life, then kill me.
Peeking around the corner, my eyes bugged as I saw something that sent my insides skittering and my heart froze before pounding against my ribs. The man who’d stepped out of the small building I leaned against looked like a ghoul that would come for your soul. I’d nearly given myself away before I realized it was Ogun.
When he cut through the trees and walked toward the other building, Ghost appeared next to him. I blinked, thinking I’d been seeing things. Then I remembered him doing that when I first woke up.Holy shit!
“Voodoo, something’s not right,” I heard Ghost say. They both paused with the door cracked and simply looked at each other.
“You heard it too?” Ogun whispered, but Ghost shook his head. “Then what?”
“I’m not sure. Lots of whispers that I can’t make out. Something has stirred up the spirits. I don’t fucking like it.” The hogs started to move around more than they had been a minute ago.
“Anyone else sense anything?” Ogun asked his friend before he looked around.
“No.”
“Maybe it’s just the moon,” Ogun murmured. Ghost shrugged. “Stay alert. Let’s go in. I’m anxious to get started.”
Then they both slipped in the door of the old building. A sigh of relief escaped me until I realized there could be someone out patrolling or whatever they called it. I waited for quite a while and sure enough, a guy came around from the other side.