Quaranteam - North West Ch. 21

"I'm not exactly concerned about health and safety tips right now, Sheriff," he growled.

"Well, it's my job to keep the public informed," I said sarcastically. "Look, I'll let Kashm go, get in my truck and drive away. I just need you to put my sidearm and my badge on the ground in front of us, she can pick it up and hand it to me, then we're good. We call a truce, I walk away with some bruised ribs and a headache the size of a Range Rover while your boys back there get their noses back in place and deal with their own bruises. That sound like a deal?"

"You OK, baby?" he asked his daughter.

"He hasn't harmed me," Kashm said evenly.

"We're almost done," I said quietly. "And I am sorry that I had to do this."

"Whatever," she grunted under her breath.

Her father nodded to Neck Tattoo, and the biker walked forward and set my badge and gun down about five feet in front of us before backing away.

"Alright," I said. "Now just ease forward, pick them up and hand them to me." I let go of her, and Kashm slowly stepped forward and bent down to pick them up. I wasn't exactlylooking, but in her tight jeans and with that hourglass figure I had a pretty good sense that she had a nice ass.

She stood, turning and stepping back towards me until she was right in front of me, the muzzle of the shotgun pressed into her chest almost right at her heart. "You know Georgie and Chuck are going to want to fuck you up," she said as she holstered my pistol for me, then reached up to loop my badge over my head.

"I'm pretty sure that between you and your father, you can keep them in check," I said.

"Why would I do that?"

I smirked, and realised that I'd lost my mask at some point during the fight - I'd been a little busy to notice it before that moment. "Well, I won the bet," I said. "I'm pretty sure I owe you a nice date, don't I?"

Her eyes widened as her brow furrowed, and then she actually laughed. "You are way too cowboy to be a cop."

"That's why my badge is a star, honey," I said, nodding down to it hanging on my chest. "Now, seriously, reach into my front pocket there and pull out my wallet." When she did, with a raised eyebrow, I continued. "Take out the business card there. That's got a line to my cell. If something comes up that you or your father think I could help with, call me. If you're helping people survive, I'm on your side. And there's plenty of much larger assholes out here who are only hurting people."

"Is this a 'Get out of Jail Free' card?" she asked, taking the business card and putting my wallet back in my pocket.

"Believe me," I said. "You donot want anyone you know going to jail right now."

She narrowed her eyes but nodded.

"So, how about Saturday?" I asked.

"What?"

"For our date," I said with a grin.

She rolled her eyes and I could tell she was grinning behind her mask too. I'd gotten to her.

"Go to him," I nodded with my chin. "And have a great day."

"You are one fucking crazy Sheriff," she said, then stepped backwards a couple of paces before turning. As she was going I reached back and opened my truck door, got about halfway in, then slowly set down the shotgun on the cement as I locked eyes with her father. He was glaring at me but nodded. I got the rest of the way into the truck, got my keys out and quickly started it, pulling away and around the side of the grocery store.

My heart and my head were pounding as I panted, the drain of adrenaline from my system as relief washed over me doing nothing to help the fact that I was hurting all over. I glanced at the clock on my dash.

Twenty minutes. The whole thing had taken twenty goddamn minutes since I'd left the store. The dairy and frozen food I had in the back were still fine and I had time to do my meat pickup before heading up to the Rez.

I pulled my truck into a spot in the front parking lot, leaning forward and resting my head against the steering wheel.

"Jesus fucking Christ," I groaned to myself. My leg ached, my ribs hurt, my head was throbbing. By all rights I should have gone home, curled up into a ball and slept for the rest of the day. Instead, I fell back against my seat, sitting up, and fished my phone out of my pocket. I hesitated, considering texting Erica, but I didn't want to stress her out. I texted Kara for her address or directions to her place on the Rez.

'Why? Did you figure something out?' she texted back, making me sigh and then grunt.

'Not yet. Bringing you supplies,' I responded.

'Don't. It's dangerous here,' she texted back.

'Do you have enough food for all three of you?'

'We can figure something out.'

I grunted again and hit the voice messaging button. "Kara, if you don't tell me where your place is, I'm going to drive around up there honking until I find you."

She sent me her address, and I headed out. First stop, meat. Next stop, a reserve full of natives who hated my guts and were dealing with an outbreak of a deadly pandemic. It couldn't possibly be worse than getting into a fistfight with a biker gang, right?

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Quaranteam: North West is an ongoing series that will continue to see updates moving forward. If you have enjoyed the series so far, definitely make sure to check out CorruptingPower's main series and other spinoffs. For similar Harem-y themes, you might want to check out my other series currently releasing.

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~Break.

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