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“Good. That’s good. Bet you need rest after what just happened.” He wiggled his eyebrows, walking off.
CHAPTER EIGHT
SAMMI
The next day, Sammi was absolutely mortified. She called into work, saying she was sick, but she wasn’t. Was it dumb? Absolutely, but she couldn’t face Gene after he spanked her. How could she have let him do that?
Part of her was happy because her guilt was gone, but the other part wasn’t. When she had started to walk home, Nolan had walked by her and gave her a knowing look. Did he know? Had Gene told him?
That was why she called out the next today. She couldn’t go back there. Not when Nolan knew. If he knew, how many other employees also knew?
“Sammi?” her brother said through the phone.
“Sorry, what were you saying?” She sighed.
“You can’t put up the house. Where are you going to live?”
“It’s not like the house means anything. You’re the one living in Mom and Dad’s. You can’t sell that house. Mine is just another house that doesn’t have any memories in it. I can sell it and get money. I don’t know how fast, but you can tell Deccan that I’m going to sell it so that we can give him the money. He has to be okay with that,” she explained.
Deccan didn’t have to be okay with anything since he was the MC President. He could make up the rules, and he could decide that selling the house was going to take too long, but it would ensure he got his money.
Sammi hadn’t dealt with Deccan a lot, she tried not to. She tried not to talk to any of the Springfield Sinners a lot. Sure, they were bad men, but she also just didn’t have time. Echo seemed to love Deccan, and Sammi knew she wouldn’t put up with just anyone. So he couldn’t be all that bad, right?
Her phone buzzed again, and she sighed. Her phone had been blowing up all morning, Gene was texting her constantly. She had messaged Ezekiel, letting him know that she was going to not be coming into work because of her sickness. Gene probably heard from him since she hadn’t texted him.
“But where are you going to live? You haven’t answered that!” her brother exclaimed through the phone.
“I don’t know. I’ll probably stay at a hotel or see if I can sleep in one of the bunkhouses at the farm until I figure something out.”
She was most likely going to have to sneak into the bunkhouses. If Gene found out she was sleeping in one of the bunkhouses, he would not be happy. Would he demand she stayed with him?
“I can’t let you do this!” he shouted through the phone.
“Good thing I’m not asking for permission. Both of our lives are on the line here. I don’t want to work at one of their strip clubs, so if I’m going to have to sell the house, then I’m going to do that.”
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Her eyebrows pinched together as she stared at her front door. She wasn’t expecting her brother today or anyone else. Who could it be? After pushing herself off the couch, she quietly walked to her window and peeked out.
The Little Farm.
That was written on the truck that was in her driveway. Why was one of the trucks in her driveway? How did they find out where she lived? She had listed her parents’ house as her address so nobody would bother her.
“I’m going to have to go,” Sammi gently said. “Just tell Deccan that if he’ll wait, I’ll sell the house.”
“But—”
“Please,” she begged.
“Okay, fine.”
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“Little One! I know you’re in there,” Gene bellowed through the door.
“Who’s that? Sammi, are you?—”
“I’ve got to go. I’ll talk to you later.” Sammi quickly hung up.
