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Story: UnScripted

My cell rings from the back of my pants.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah. Dev was pretty shaken up. I left Toad with her. The bastard got away.”
“Think he’s going north?”
“Yeah, I’d bet my left nut he’s going to Canada. The Prez there was always sympathetic to Zach.”
“Yeah, probably ‘cause his girl eye fucks Duke every time he goes up there.”
“Shit. They all do. Can’t hold that against him when he only has eyes for his woman.”
“True. But last time he was in the clubhouse in Vancouver, the Prez’s old lady got drunk and broke into Duke’s room. She was already naked and slithering on him before he came to. They came to blows, and we left. That was the last straw for Duke. He never wanted the Prez patch anyway.”
“I know. But Zach attacked Shanna, in the founding member of Creed’s home. That shit couldn’t fly.”
“I know brother and now Zach’s six feet under.”
“Well, hell if anyone else is going to be too. We need to shut his brother down. Go to Canada and make our case.”
“I’m already on it. I’m putting shit together on my end.”
“Good,” I grunt, “this shit can’t stand.”
“Agreed.”
We disconnect, and my eyes stare into the backwoods. Once Dev is safe, I’ll be able to put some distance between myself and the girl and get the answers that I was originally lookin’ for.
Who is she?
And why did she come to Springdale?
More importantly, why does the thought of her leavin’ someday make me feel like I just got sucker punched in the gut? She signed a six-month lease; maybe I’ll apply some pressure and get six more.