Page 25 of Necessary Evil

Chapter 6

Evil couldn’t believe his own sister was cock-blocking him. At first he thought she was doing it on purpose, but then he realized she was clueless about the scorched air between him and Lucy. She sat and bullshitted with Lucy while her assistant worked on the oil change and tires.

His phone rang. It was Warden. “I got to take this,” he said, shooting Lucy a look that he hoped conveyed what he was going to do to her as soon as they were alone.

“Is it done?” he asked Warden after walking out of the garage into the cold night.

“Yeah, went off without a hitch.”

Good. One less rapist in the world.

“Unfortunately, it’s the other task you had me on that’s all cocked up.”

“Fuck me sideways,” Evil said, rubbing his face. Warden should be on his way back to Long Island after ditching the pedophile’s wallet somewhere in Pennsylvania.

“With a cactus. I’m in some trouble and I need some backup.”

The hair on the back of Evil’s neck stood up. “Where are you?”

“I stopped at a diner on I-78. Bunch of rednecks started hassling me.”

“Fuck.” Evil raked a hand through his hair. “You okay?”

Warden snorted. “My bike took the worst of it. It was only five against one.”

“Good for you.”

“Maybe not. I’m a sitting duck if they decide to come back. My ride is busted and I don’t have tools to fix it.”

“We’re four hours out and on our way. Text Sentinel the directions and we’ll be on the road in a half hour.”

“I’m going to leave the bike at the diner and see if I can get a cab to somewhere farther away in case the rednecks decide to get the law involved.”

Cold sweat broke out on Evil’s brow. Warden had the pedophile’s wallet, which he was supposed to dump in a trash can in Pennsylvania, but Evil couldn’t mention anything about that on an unsecured cellphone. “You should keep safe,” Evil said, stressing the words and hoping Warden would understand his meaning. He shouldn’t ditch the wallet near the fight scene. Too many people might remember the big black guy beating up the locals.

Warden gave a half laugh. “Don’t worry about me.”

On the other hand, he couldn’t be caught with it either. What a cluster fuck. “We’ll be right there. Stay cool.”

“As a cucumber,” Warden said, and hung up.

Fuck.

Evil considered banging his head against the wall, but called Sentinel instead.

“Yeah?”

From the sounds coming over the line, Sentinel was in the bar.

“You sober?”

“So far.”

“Stay that way. Warden ran into a little trouble. You and me are going to go help him out.”

“You want Ryder too?”

Evil thought about it. But the less memorable they were, the better. No one would really care about three generic bikers. Throw in a badass chick with ninja moves and suddenly they were unique. “No. I need her to stay at the bar until closing.”

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