“You can’t run and we need some pussy!” the driver shouted, looking around.
As the driver reached up and pulled his forearm across his nose, the black man glanced around. “They couldn’t have gone far,” he said.
“Fuck this, let’s find some more bitches,” the young male that had climbed out last said and then started coughing.
“We are going to fuck every bitch we see until we die!” the driver bellowed and Arthur stepped out from behind the column, aiming his AR.
“Too late, you’re dead,” he said, pulling the trigger twice and watching the driver twitch as the rounds punched through his chest. Swinging over, Arthur shot the black male twice in the chest and then moved his AR to the last one who was watching the driver clutch his chest.
Squeezing the trigger, Arthur watched the young man drop, letting out a wail that ended in a coughing fit. As the three rolled on the asphalt, Arthur calmly walked over to aim his AR like a pistol and shoot each one in the head. When he was done, Arthur aimed his AR inside the car and squeezed the trigger and the music shut off.
Kicking the guns away from the bodies, Arthur gave a sigh while looking at the red noses and knew none of the kids were over twenty-five. “Should’ve played nice, cocksuckers,” Arthur said and then headed to the door. “Motherfuckers better realize I’m a dangerous son of a bitch.”
Chapter Twenty Two
No place like home
Before walking inside, Arthur glanced back feeling very satisfied as he looked at the bodies of the three he’d shot. Then he turned and saw the young woman’s car still smoking as the flames continued to grow. Giving a sigh, Arthur stepped into the store as the young woman and kids stared at him in shock and awe. Not paying them any attention, Arthur walked over to the wall and grabbed a fire extinguisher and headed back outside.
Keeping his rifle low but covering the new group, Shawn stayed behind the group as they watched Arthur spray under the car and up into the engine. When he was done, the flames were gone and very little smoke was coming from the car. Tossing the fire extinguisher away, Arthur headed back to the door as it landed with a loud ‘clank’ and rolled over toward the three bodies.
The group parted as Arthur walked toward them and watched him step over to Shawn. Taking the baby sling, Arthur looked down and saw Nicole was awake. Speaking in a baby tone, Arthur winked at Nicole. “Did you see me teach those mean boys a lesson?”
Putting the sling over his head, Arthur adjusted Nicole across his abdomen and spoke without looking up. “I talked to your asshole friends and they promised to leave you alone.”
Turning away, Arthur grabbed the stroller as the young woman ran up and stopped beside the stroller. “Thank you, sir,” she said with sincerity.
“You’re welcome, ma’am,” Arthur said and strolled past her, pushing the stroller. “Kirk, back on guard and Shawn get Beth outfitted. Start the war with Robin again.”
“Sir,” the young woman called out and ran up to the stroller and walked backwards as Arthur moved down the aisle. “Do you have room for a few more?” she asked, coming to a stop and Arthur walked past her and stopped.
Giving a long mournful sigh, Arthur’s head dropped with his chin touching his chest. “I’m kind of busy with the kids I got,” Arthur mumbled. It made Arthur feel bad but he had taken pictures of each kid and printed their names on each picture just so he could learn all the names. A part of him wanted everyone to wear name tags for a few weeks but thought that might hurt the kids’ feelings so he never brought it up.
Darting over, the young woman looked up at Arthur with pleading eyes. “Please?” she begged as her eyes teared up and then pointed at the other three. “If nothing else, take them.”
Biting her bottom lip, the young woman watched Arthur pull a pacifier from his pocket as the baby gave a complaining grunt. “You would willingly do that?” Arthur asked after Nicole took the pacifier and the young woman nodded. “If you stay with us, you all stay. I’m the boss and what I say goes. Everyone here has to learn to work.”
Like the weight of the world had been taken off her shoulders, the young woman staggered back to sit down on a small table. “Thank you,” she panted as relief that she had help filled her being.
“Names, ages,” Arthur stated, looking at the young woman. “We’ll get to the rest later.”
Nodding as she stood up, “I’m Andrea and I’m eighteen,” the young woman told him and then pointed at the redheaded teenaged girl. “That is Shelia and she’s thirteen and the next young lady is Betty, she’s ten. The last is Tony, he’s eleven.”
“Very good, Andrea,” Arthur said, grabbing the stroller. “Find Shawn and he has a list of what you need and since you’re now the oldest, you get to double check that the younger ones have their list filled,” Arthur told her, and then walked away. “You know how to use any other weapon besides that Glock?”
“No, sir,” Andrea answered. “It’s the only gun I’ve ever shot.”
Hearing that, Arthur stopped and gave another long sigh. “My son learned guns at the age of five. What is the problem?” he grumbled. Hearing the clatter of running feet, Arthur turned to see Robin stopping beside him, wearing only the pink cowboy boots they’d put on her.
“How in the fuck did you get your pants off over cowboy boots?” Arthur whined. Robin let out a squeal and took off.
Holding his right hand flat, Arthur pointed up at the ceiling with his hand. “You
