Page 58 of Fighting a Riot

I’m in the parking lot, but there’s someone shady out here. Can somebody walk me in?

He called Punc’s cell, but he didn’t answer. Not too surprising since the thrum of the bass made it difficult to hear himself think. He tried calling the bar, but there was no answer there either. A glance at the security monitor showed their bartender filling orders for two of the waitresses.

“Shit,” he muttered.

He rose just as the door flew open.

“Has anyone been backstage?” Lucy asked, hurrying into the office.

His lip curled slightly upward. “Not as far as I know. Why?”

She sighed. “Desiree can’t find her cell.”

He shook his head. “I find that hard to believe since I just got a text from her. When was the last time she saw it?”

Lucy shrugged. “Hell if I know, but I’ll go ask, and tell her someone’s using her phone.”

“Don’t tell her that yet. The text says she’s in the parking lot. I’m gonna check it out.”

Her bright blue eyes widened. “Be careful, Yak.”

He gave her a chin lift. “I will.”

Yak stepped a foot away from the building when he saw Tundra holding a phone in his hand. Yak would have thought nothing of it, except the case was a glittery bubblegum pink with a huge capital D on the back.

His temper snapped and he shoved Tundra up against the building. “What are you doing with Desiree’s phone?”

Tundra’s eyes blazed with anger. “Get the hell off me, Yak!”

He pushed against him harder. “Answer my fuckin’ question, Tundra!”

Tundra had light brown eyes, close-cropped brown hair, and a beard. This close to him, it hit Yak how damn young Tundra was, which meant he was stupid enough to fight against Yak.

“Ain’t a crime to pick up a cell phone from the parking lot, asshole!”

Yak struggled against kicking Tundra’s ass. “Don’t give me that bullshit. You texted me from her phone to lure me out here! Why?”

In a sneaky move Yak should have anticipated, Tundra brought his fists up between Yak’s arms. He broke Yak’s hold, then pushed Yak up against the wall. “I haven’t done shit with that fuckin’ phone because it’s locked, Yak!”

The back door flew open and Volt yelled, “What’s goin’ on out here?”

Yak got in a punch to Tundra’s gut before Volt pulled the two men apart.

With eyes blazing on Tundra, Yak said, “What’s goin’ on out here, is that this asshole sent me a text message from Desiree’s phone trying to lure me outside. And it almost worked except I caught him off-guard.”

“Bullshit,” Tundra wheezed. “Check the fuckin’ security monitors. I just found this fuckin’ phone.”

“Convenient since Lucy just came in my office to tell me Desiree couldn’t find it.”

Volt glanced between the two men, then turned serious eyes to Yak. “You really suspect him of shit like that?”

Yak nodded. “It’s someone with inside knowledge of Platinum’s. Nothing else makes sense.”

Volt’s brow arched. “Can see that. But accusing a brother? That’s crazy, man.”

“What’s crazy is getting a text from a woman who can’t find her damn phone. Why would someone snag her phone and then text me as if they were here and demand help getting into the building?”

“It wasn’t me,” Tundra bit out.

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