Her green eyes were lit up with satisfaction and spite. "He'll wonder where you were, but he'll understand leadership comes with...perks."
Tonya's tone was gloating, and Kenn kept himself from hitting her by only a hair. Tonya seemed to sense it and ducked under his arm, moving away.
"If I lost ground, I'll claim you to make you pay. Don't ever come between us again! You'll be sorry."
Tonya acted unafraid, though inside she knew he wasn't bluffing, and the greedy redhead gave him a seductive smile as she fixed her clothes, tossed him his shirt. "I won't. You gonna...cum to me tonight?" she asked, eyeing his chest as he pulled the shirt on over mussed hair.
Kenn jerked her up against his hard body, grinding his mouth against hers. Her arms curled around his neck and Kenn tasted her again before shoving her away.
"Yeah. Here, late. I'll bring a blanket."
10
"Hi! I'm Chris. This is Tim, Carter, and Paul. We live here." The man paused, eyes full of horror. "Or at least we did. Now we hide here." The thin face was lined with worry, and Kyle waved toward Adrian.
"Hand over that shotgun and you can talk to the Boss."
Chris did, with little hesitation and motioned for the others to do the same. "Give 'em up, boys."
The other three were less trusting, and without their guns, they all looked scared and desperate. Heavy beards and thin bodies said they were, and Adrian greeted them with friendly, compassionate tones, handshakes hiding his disappointment. Only sheep in this batch, no shepherds.
"I'm Adrian. Welcome to Safe Haven. You come in peace?"
All the thinly-jacketed men nodded, but Chris was clearly in charge and they let him speak. "You bet your ass. Peace and hope."
Adrian grinned, aware of Seth's disappointed face as he waited by the front doors with the others who weren't Eagles. Whoever the undercover cop was looking for, he already sensed they weren't with these people.
"Then you're welcome here. What do you need?"
Relief fell over the man's face, and he let out a sigh, "Help, son. We need help."
"We need food! They're starving!" Paul blurted.
The other three men turned to stare disapprovingly at Paul's red face, before turning back to Adrian.
"I'll beg if I have to. We're dying," pleaded Chris, shame in his tired brown eyes.
Adrian shook his head, words full of conviction, "Not another one of you if I can help it. We offer you sanctuary so long as you follow the rules. Be sure, though. We consider ourselves a Red Cross convoy and we gather survivors while we search for safety. Travel four days out of seven, sometimes more."