Chapter 14

Beth woke up mid-morning regretting that she was unable to go to church again that Sunday. It was a habit she had, and the church was a part of her life. Razer was sprawled on his stomach, Beth was tempted to wake him, but he had early shifts the coming week and she wanted him to catch up on his sleep.

She grabbed a quick shower, dressing in a pair of cut off jeans and an overlong t-shirt that had a cat playing with a ball of yarn. Smiling mischievously, she thought Razer could appreciate the humor. Closing the door behind her, she went downstairs to the kitchen. The house was filled with the aromas of coffee and bacon. Her stomach growled, she had not eaten since yesterday with Lily. Beth would make sure that she saved Razer enough food, he would be even more starved than she.

“Best night I ever freakin’ had,” Natasha was telling Jewell, “He was a fucking machine.”

When the women saw Beth approaching, they changed the subject, talking about the chore board they had sitting in front of them. Beth tried not to let it bother her. She liked both girls and had thought they liked her also. Beth smiled at both of them.

“What’s for breakfast?”

Beth walked to the counter pouring herself some coffee.

“There is some eggs and bacon left. Evie made some awesome cinnamon rolls. They are in the oven.”

Beth checked and saw that they had been put in there to be kept warm. Tearing one off the baking sheet, she went to the counter and sat down sipping the coffee. The cinnamon roll melted in her mouth. Licking her lips, the sugar glaze melted against her tongue.

Warm arms slid around her waist, a hand in her hair pulled her hair until her head fell back on his shoulder. Lips fastened to hers, licking the sugar glaze that had clung to her lips.

“Mmm… delicious.”

Razer released her. Beth smiled at him as he went to the stove to fix a huge plate of food. Loading two of the huge cinnamon rolls on his plate.

“You’re going to get fat the way you eat,” Beth teased.

Razer’s teeth picked up a crisp piece of bacon. “I plan to work off the calories after breakfast,” he said with a wink.

“Nope, I have work to do. I am determined to finally get Mrs. Langley’s boxes organized today. When you get done eating, could you get them for me?”

“Yes, I’ll do it before going running,” Razer said, biting into a cinnamon roll and giving her a sloppy kiss before leaving the room.

Evie came in looking like hell, Memphis and Crash following behind her didn’t look much better.

“Cinnamon rolls are great, Evie.”

“Fixed them before I went to bed.” When Evie would take a mood to cook something, she did it regardless of the time. No one would know when the mood would strike, but they all benefited when it did.

Beth got up, snagging another one before they all disappeared, pouring herself another cup of coffee.

“Going upstairs to get busy. I want to organize Mrs. Langley’s papers and give them back tomorrow when one of us does her house. I will be back later when you’re awake and we’ll divide the schedule,” Beth teased Evie.

“Take your time.” Evie said, smacking Memphis’s hand before he could take three cinnamon rolls. “Damn people, there should have been enough to have some left over until tomorrow.”

Smiling, Beth left the kitchen with the others amicably arguing. Precariously opening the door to Razer’s room, she was careful not to spill the coffee. Setting it on the nightstand, she went to the boxes and set them on the middle of the floor. First opening one box, she worked steadily, going through years of financial records that had been stored. She was surprised that Mrs. Langley’s son-in-law had not shredded them. She did not see anything of any importance. She put everything back and marked on the box to shred. She would check with Mrs. Langley before she took care of that task.

Taking a break, she finished her now cold coffee and cinnamon roll, debating about taking a break, but she was determined to finish the task. She used the restroom and sat back down cross-legged on the floor once again. Beth pulled the second box towards her, opening the box. Beth stared at the papers, not sure what she was looking at, then with a sick feeling, she emptied the box, meticulously organizing the papers until she could understand what she had found. Afterwards, she carefully returned the papers back into the box, closing the contents inside.

Going to Razer’s nightstand, she took the sheaf of papers she had not returned to the box and hid them inside a magazine in the drawer. She had just closed the drawer, picking up her cell phone to call the Sheriff when she heard the door open. Beth thinking it was Razer, was not surprised to see Sam standing with a gun pointed directly at her.

“I see you’re not surprised to see me.”

“I’m not.” Beth clutched the phone in her hand.

“Put it down, Beth.”

Beth could tell by the cold look in the young woman’s eyes she would kill her. She laid down the phone on the nightstand.

“Sam don’t do this. You’re not involved.”

“Shut up. Pick up the box and let’s go.” Beth didn’t argue figuring her chances were better outside the room than enclosed within with her. Beth picked up the box and went out the door with Sam following close behind her.

“Everyone is in the backyard going over the work schedule. If you make a sound, I will shoot you.”

Beth went down the steps, tempted to throw the box at her. “Don’t do it Beth, I will shoot you then take off before anyone comes. If not, then I will shoot whoever comes.”

Beth went through the door to the outside, truly frightened, not knowing what to do. Sam directed her to a low-slung white sports car, ordering her to get inside. Keeping the gun pointed at her, she walked around to the other side of the car getting in behind the door. Sam started the powerful car, driving out of the lot, headed to town.

“Samantha, your father is not worth you going to prison for the rest of your life. The club will figure it out. They aren’t stupid, they will know someone from the house took me.”

“Already got that covered. No one will know it’s me; and no, they won’t figure out shit. They still don’t know who killed Viper’s brother it took a stupid bitch like you to figure out my dad was responsible.”

“Why were the papers in that box?”

“Stupid fucker hid them there. He had gone to my grandmother’s to destroy them, but got interrupted, so he stashed them. He was going to destroy them, but figured they were safe where they were, not expecting that dumbass worker of yours to actually take the boxes. If my dad hadn’t been such an arrogant bastard, he would have destroyed the papers. Lazy fuck.”

Sam drove through town without stopping, heading toward the county line. Beth didn’t recognize the house they pulled into as they travelled down a long unpaved driveway. Sam drove around the back and parked the car beside an expensive BMW already parked.

“Stay here until I come around.”

Beth followed her order, terror beginning to fill her. She was out in the middle of nowhere with no one even aware she was missing.

“Get the box.”

“Sam…”

“Move bitch, don’t make me tell you again.”

Beth got out the car door that Sam had opened, walking towards the house. Sam was still holding the gun to her back while following her. She slowly went up the short flight of steps, opening the door while juggling the box.