Dalton
Heaven Hill Shorts #9
Laramie Briscoe
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
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Blurb
It is recommended you read "Heaven Hill Generations" before reading this story. If not, you will be very confused and lost.
From USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author comes the next book in the Heaven Hill Shorts series.
Dalton Barnett
When a traitor to our club was revealed, I thought that was the worst pain I could go through.
I was wrong.
Mandy losing our child mid-term has become a gaping wound I’m not sure will ever heal, especially now that I feel like I’m losing her too.
Chapter One
Dalton
“Would you shut the fuck up?” I fling a wrench at Jagger’s head. He and I have been doing repos all day, and he’s about to get on my last nerve. Normally we have a good time together, but he’s been singing this stupid song about a woman named Carole killing her husband.
“You’re just pissed because you haven’t watched the special yet,” he catches the wrench with his hand before making a face.
“I don’t want to watch it. I have plenty of other shit going on in my life without watching some show on Netflix.”
“I beg to differ,” Jagger throws the chain we’re using to put this car on the flatbed, back at me. “There’s so much you can do while watching Netflix. You’ve heard of Netflix and chill, right?”
“Uh yeah,” a memory springs from the edges of my mind. I can’t hold back the tilt of my smile. “My wife is pregnant, so I’d say I know what Netflix and chill means.”
“Yeah, yeah, let’s get this done so we can get inside. It’s cold as fuck out here.”
November in Kentucky is a weird month. I’ve seen snow, I’ve seen severe storms, and I’ve also worn shorts to Thanksgiving. This year, we had an early freeze - snow on Halloween, and it’s progressively gotten colder.
But not in my bedroom.
This wife of mine, pregnant with the hormones of a teenager, is keeping me up late at night. We’re closer than we’ve ever been, and every night I look forward to going home to her, our son, and the baby we don’t know the sex of yet.
Puffs of white air freeze in the temperatures as we grab this last car. Today we’ve been lucky, no one came out to give us shit, but even I know better than to count my blessings before I’m in the cab of the wrecker.
“Let’s get out of here,” my voice carries over the idling engine.
“Oh shit, Dalton, we better go.”
His voice is shaky, a measure of urgency.
“What’s wrong?”
“Don’t ask, just go.”
That’s when a loud pop explodes from the direction of the house we just took the car from. It’s a rat-a-tat-tat I know well.
“Motherfucker has a gun.”
Because I want to go home to my family, I put some speed in my steps, before hiking myself up onto the running board. A few well-placed movements and I’m sitting in the driver's seat, wrecker in gear. “Come the fuck on, Jagger,” I yell.
“Go, go, go!”
He’s not even inside the cab, he’s hanging onto the door, feet up on the running board when I step on the gas. Reaching over, I hit a few buttons to roll down the window, just as the glass behind me shatters.
“Son of a bitch, get in.”
“I’m too old to be putting myself through a passenger side window,” he argues.
It’s hard enough to drive this thing, shifting gears and making sure I won’t hit one of the parked cars on the street, but doing it while arguing with Jagger isn’t helping matters.
“Okay, if you’d rather get shot than break a hip, that’s your business.”
When another shot hits just above where his head is, Jagger dives through. “Fuck this.”
“That’s what I thought.”
It takes longer than I like, but we finally get to the main road, and away from the idiot firing the gun.
“Is he following us?”
Jagger can finally straighten himself in the seat.
“Not that I can see, but do you think you can manage to look behind you?” I glare.
“Think I twisted my damn neck, but let me do all the work for you VP.”
“Wish you’d bitch and complain about something, shit.”
“We’re clear behind us.”
Letting my foot lift off the gas pedal, I situate myself in the seat to get more comfortable. In the cup holder, my phone is vibrating
