Page 14 of Jeepers Creepers


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“I added the part about auditioning the talent if the girls were interested. We got flooded with phone calls and emails when we put up a flyer. We won’t have a problem finding the staff.”

“It’s the economy,” Maddog answered with a shrug. “Everything is so goddamn expensive. People need work.”

“And a place to spend their wages and relax, grab a beer, and watch some tits bounce around in their face.”

Manic wasn’t wrong. “People will always spend money on their vices. It’s the shit that makes life worth living.”

“Exactly.”

I turned to Maddog. “Let me get this right. We’re remodeling an old casino as our clubhouse, buying property around us to run a strip club, porn studio, and a few other businesses. And we’re bringing in Marines to help get it sorted.”

“That’s right.”

There wasn’t much else that I needed to know. “I’m in.”

He belted out a laugh. “Yeah, I thought so, Balen.”

Manic’s grin widened. “Welcome to the club. You’re almost a Royal Bastard.”

Maddog gripped my shoulder. “You ready?”

“For?”

“Your initiation.”

Fuck. “What do I have to do?”

“Take a ride into the desert. There’s someone I want you to meet.”










Chapter 4 Creature

There was something hauntingly beautiful and mysterious about the desert at night. Under the cover of darkness, predators hunted, and blooms folded closed to avoid the chilly air. Animals burrowed and found shelter. The desert seemed to hold its breath until morning, a collective breath that released with the rising sun. In the Great Basin, it was a kill-or-be-killed scenario—survival of the fittest.

Humans were at the top of the food chain.

Darkness encroached from every angle. I couldn’t see further than the headlight on my bike that illuminated enough of the sand, tumbleweeds, cacti, and Juniper Trees to warn me before I ran them over. Snakes, scorpions, spiders, and other creatures slithered and scurried into the shadows as we rode through their domain.

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