Shenanigans (Complete)

Vistor

Holly's POV

Marc came back in a loaner car from Cooter, he had told me about the events that lead up to now. I was not sure how I felt about it scared, angry and worried were lots that kept running through me. I kept my pistol with me and added another handful of rounds in my pocket. I had never had any formal training other than a week at the shooting range with the retired female Army officer who was former intelligence. She never wanted women to go without knowing the basics and being comfortable using it. Marc seemed distracted but still himself.

We decided that with the wolves and the possibility of having bad guys around we would keep the Livestock dogs up for their safety. Marc had also said that Marion, Cooter's wife was going to bring out more grocery supplies. She was like a second mom to me. No nonsense type, that kept things up and straight.

We both heard her coming, she was singing windows down, music blaring and her diesel truck loud and proud. Running down to the main gate, managing to open it just in time for her to turn the corner in.

"Marion!" I squealed and waved as she pulled up to the house. In the back of her truck was one of the biggest dogs I had ever seen. "Who is this?" I pointed to the massive black and white dense coated dog.

"Hi, Holly!" Marion jumped down from her huge truck to trot over to hug me. "Oh, that one?" Her head jerked toward the back of the truck.

"Yes, that one!" Giggling back.

"That is Titan, he is only 8 months right now. He is a Caucasian Shepard dog." She shrugged. "You know my man always bringing in something huge and deadly." She gave her famous lopsided grin and wink.

"Holy cow! I saw them when I was near Russia. They are nothing short of powerhouses." Complete awe settled over my face looking at the beautiful dog. Titan gave a low growl. Both of us looked to what he growled at, to see Marc walking our way.

"And who is this?" Marion tapped my shoulder to jerk her head in Marc's direction.

"That would be Marc Kearn." I supplied, as I looked at him. He had been using the chainsaw to gather wood.

"I see he is taken," Marion eyed me. Her hazel eyes a mixture of blue, green, and light brown. At certain times you would think they glowed a grey color.

My eyes found the ground when she said that. "Yeah, I like him," I whispered.

"Nice to meet you, Marc," Marion announced as he got closer.

"Marion," he nodded, I felt his gaze on me. It was burning and tingling at the same time.

"You work for Clint right?" Marion asked. "I remember you making a delivery out to my place."

"I did," Marc smiled. His eyes still intently watching me. Titan barked again. Marc looked up at him in the truck. "What is that?" He breathed in shock.

"A Caucasian Shepherd," My voice back.

"What are they used for?" His gaze looking at us both.

"They worked the prisons, borders of Russia, guardian dogs for estates and personal protection these days," Marion informed as she headed to the passenger side of the truck. "Bring that man muscle here and I will load them up with groceries." Her words an automatic order for everyone including me.

Food and other bits she bought were unloaded in the house as we chatted about various things. Marion asked Marc questions about his life and he told her how he had gotten into prison, what tribe he was from, and where he was raised. Held nothing back, which surprised me.

"I need to get back to my place," Marion climbed back in her truck.

"I will get the gate for you." Turning to head that way. Marc falling in step with me out to the front gate.

Marion drove her truck around the house, getting up to the gate, her window down. "Now Marc you treat my favorite girl right. I don't want to have to come here and feed you to Titan." She smirked giving me a wink to boot.

"I wouldn't dream of harming a hair on her head." Marc smiled as he turned using his index finger to slid along my jaw and booping me on the end of the nose.

"Good to hear," Marion grinned. "Call me if you need me." The radio kicked back on and her singing could be heard as she left down the road.

"Yep, I now get how that little one is married to Cooter." Marc chuckled shaking his head.

"I watched her chase after him one dinner with a huge wooden spoon telling him, she was gonna beat his ass for stealing the steaks she just cooked." I laughed remembering the scene before me.

Our smiles fell, just past the trees to the house we heard vehicles. Walking back to look at the gate, a blacked-out van slammed through it and was barreling at us. Marc grabbed me, turning me toward the trees.

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Marion's POV

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Leaving Holly's place I was almost to the main dirt road to turn my way home. Two Blacked out vans, and a few Motorcycles cut me off running me off the road. To say I was pissed was an understatement. My gut told me it was bad news.

"Yes, beautiful," I heard my husband Cooter say when I called.

"I have just seen two blacked-out vans and a few motorcycles headed past me to Holly's. The bastards ran me off the road." I growled.

"Go home, I will call the boys." Then he hung up.

I knew about what had been going on Cooter always told me everything. So, seeing those van's out here in the middle of nowhere meant trouble. I pulled into a road just off the main one. I would wait a bit and see what way they left out. At least give the boys a direction.

Thirty minutes later, the same vans, and cycles left her road. They went to the main road, turning toward the Rez. Good, I would find a way to stall them.

"Ernie?" I heard someone pick up after the second ring.

"Marion?" Ernie asked in return.

"Yes, you have two blacked-out vans and some motorcycles headed your way. Block the road. The boys need to have a chat with them." I growled.

"You got it." Then he hung up.

I called Cooter back. "Ernie is doing a roadblock near the Rez. That is the way they headed." my voice started as soon as the call was picked up.

"Woman you will be the death of me." He huffed.

"Shut up you love me." Making a kissing sound at him and hung up.