Recluse Protection

Chapter 14

Waking up the next day my sleep was less than pleasant. Standing in the kitchen I sip at my coffee, staring at the cup. It's not nearly as good as the stuff I had back home. Then again nothing is here. I've been forced into a limited diet, not exactly what I had in mind either. They only keep fruit and veggies here that haven't been processed. I've been eating like a rabbit more or less. I shake my head, I like apples but I'd like a good piece of steak. What would be better is some venison. I automatically think of my last kill.

Sitting in the damn freezer. That's annoying to a whole other level. I just went on a hunt, and now I'm stuck eating fruits for breakfast. If I'm lucky I'll scrounge up a burger for food. Shaking my head, I sip my coffee, really not enjoying my morning cup. Losing myself in thought, for a moment. I can't stop wondering how much shit is headed my way. And how much time I have to stop it. The clock is ticking, and it's nearing the end real quick I just wish I could see the damn numbers.

"I thought I'd find you in here." Hearing a female voice I give my head a shake looking up at the door in question. Susan stands in the door, a confrontational expression on her face. Ready to pick a fight with someone, me being the easiest target in her mind. I shrug and stare at her as I take another sip. I don't see her as a threat, not even close. I have much bigger fish to worry about. "Where'd you come from?" Susan asks, stepping into the kitchen like she wants to have a fun conversation with me.

"My home." My response makes her stop making herself a cup of coffee. Looking at me with a funny expression.

"Where do you live? Maybe I know it." I shake my head with a shrug.

"I doubt you know it. Ain't no one's been there."

"My son brought you in, so he must have been there." I can only raise an eyebrow at her, she makes me sound like I'm some kind of stray. Brought in off the streets to make some little kid a great pet.

"He might've." Her eyes narrow at me, clearly not liking that I'm not giving her the answers she wants.

"How do you know my son?" I look at her, making a face. She really has it out for me.

"I met him." I watch as Susan rolls her eyes at me continuing to make her cup of coffee.

"How did you meet him?"

"He showed up at my house." I shrug at her, I know she's digging for answers. I watch as she stops, setting everything down before crossing her arms at me, her cheeks turning red from anger.

"What do you want with my son?" I sip my coffee, staring at her.

"Nothing" Cobra can't give me anything I need. I'm here to clean a mess and fix a mistake. If I live after all of this is said and done, then I'll need to worry about what's the next step to keeping my ass alive.

"I don't believe you!" She seethes, her neck going bright red. I can only give her a drug at this.

"I don't give a damn." I have to wonder how much persistence she'll have with her questions.

"Why does he let you in Church? You're not a part of the club." She crosses her arms, cocking her hip sideways, like I'm gonna tell her shit. She's acting worse than a child throwing a temper tantrum.

"Last I checked, that doesn't concern you." I watch as her eyes widen before they narrow once more.

"Do you know who I was married to? What he did? I'll give you a hint, he used to be in Cobra's position. I have more of a right to be in there than you do!" I'm not really sure why she brought Bear into this, probably to see if I'd give away a hint.