His Little Baby

7. Rebecca

As we stepped out of the car, i gazed up at the house, my heart racing with excitement. Shane took my hand, leading me up the walkway and onto the porch.

He produced a key from his pocket and unlocked the front door, pushing it open with a flourish.

"Welcome home, Becca,"

he said again, his eyes shining with pride.

My eyes widened as i stepped inside. The house was cozy and warm, with creaky wooden floors and a fireplace that seemed to be calling my name.

I could already imagine myself curled up on the couch, watching the flames dance and listening to Shane's laughter.

As we explored the house, my excitement only grew. There was a big backyard with a swing set and a garden, a kitchen with a farmhouse sink and a pantry full of shelves, and a bedroom with a window seat and a view of the surrounding countryside.

But as we were exploring, we heard a strange noise coming from outside. At first, we thought it was just the wind, but then we heard it again - a low rumble, like thunder in the distance.

Shane frowned, his eyes narrowing.

"What is that?"

I shook my head, my heart beginning to race.

"I don't know, but it sounds close."

And then, suddenly, a motorcycle came roaring up the driveway, spewing gravel and dust in its wake.

My heart skipped a beat as two men on motorcycles pulled up to the house. They were ruggedly handsome, with piercing eyes and strong jawlines, but there was something about them that seemed...dangerous.

"Who are they?"

I whispered to Shane, my eyes fixed on the men.

Shane's face was tense, his eyes locked on the strangers.

"I don't know, but I don't like it."

The men shut off their engines and gazed at the house, their eyes lingering on Me and Shane. One of them, the taller one with the scruffy beard, spoke up.

"Well, well, well. Looks like we got ourselves some new neighbors."

My heart raced as the men dismounted their bikes and approached the house. I could feel Shane's tension, his body rigid with unease.

"Hey there,"

the shorter one said, his eyes fixed on me.

"Welcome to the neighborhood."

I forced a smile, trying to hide my fear.

"Thanks. We're...uh...just moving in."

The taller one, Merle, raised an eyebrow.

"Moving in? You mean, like, living here?"

Shane nodded, his eyes locked on the men.

"That's right."

Merle's eyes narrowed.

"What's your business here?"

Shane hesitated, unsure how much to reveal.

"We're just...looking for a fresh start."

Merle snorted.

"A fresh start? That's a pretty vague answer."

The tension between the four of us was palpable, each side sizing the other up, trying to determine whether we were friend or foe.

My heart raced as the men continued to stare at is, their eyes piercing and unsettling. I could feel Shane's tension, his body rigid with unease.

"Well, we should get inside,"

Shane said finally, his voice firm.

"We've got a lot of unpacking to do."

Merle raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, you do. You've got a lot of...explaining to do, too."

My eyes widened as Merle took a step closer, his eyes fixed on me.

"What do you mean?"

I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

Merle's smile was cold and calculating.

"I mean, you're not from around here. You're not like us. And we don't take kindly to strangers."

Shane stepped forward, his eyes flashing with anger.

"Hey, back off, okay? We're just trying to start a new life here."

Merle's eyes narrowed then he started laughing.

My heart skipped a beat as merle's Laugh hung in the air, a challenge and a threat all at once. I mean What was so funny about me and Shane wanted to start a new life?

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