Page 17 of Rise In Arms

I smile to myself. “Did I have a choice?”

“Kane,” Hazel cuts in, “don’t be rude. Now I should be there by the morning, we left a half hour ago.”

“Where are you? I’m gonna come meet you, there’s no way in hell that heap of shit is gonna get you here.” I start to walk back to my bike, not liking that two women are driving around on their own, especially overnight.

“Don’t be silly, Kane. My Betty is gonna be just fine, I promise I’ll text you every hour.”

“Betty?” Now I’m really confused.

“Yeah, you know… my car?” Her fucking car again.

“You better stop that car when you text me, Hazel,” I warn her.

“Geez, he is bossy. You’re right” comes through the phone.

“What’s that?” I ask, even though I heard her.

“Nothing,” I hear Charity say, then she laughs. “Ouch.”

“What’s going on, Hazel?”

“Nothing. Charity just hurt herself.”

I roll my eyes. “Just get your asses here,” I run my hand through my hair. This woman is going to be the death of me.

“Will do, sir.”

“Don’t forget to text,” I remind Hazel.

“Uh-huh, okay. Bye, Kane.”

“Yeah, see ya… and drive safe,” I add.

“Love you too, brother dearest.”

I cock a smile at her playfulness, then hang up the phone.

“What’s goin’ on?” Bear questions. “Hazel in trouble or something?”

I turn toward my friend and brother. “Seems that way. She’s on her way here with some friend of hers. Charity, I think she said.”

I seat myself on my bike again and grab my shades out of the pocket of my cut, placing them on my face.

“Where you off to?” Bear asks.

“What the fuck did you think I would do? Just wait here for her? I’m going to meet her,” I explain as I dial Tracker’s number on my phone. He takes a while to answer, probably still busy with Tash.

He finally picks up just as I’m about to hang up. His voice is all breathless and shit when he says, “Tracker.”

“Tracker, man, I need your help. And I need it now.”

I hear a whine from the other end of the line, and the sound of someone shuffling around. “What you need, brother?”

I smirk, knowing he was indeed still busy with Tash. “Sorry, man. I got you at a bad time it seems.” Bear laughs beside me.

I hear Tracker moving shit around, and then Honey in the background saying, “Hey, what about me? It’s your turn to go down on me.”

He doesn’t answer, I just hear a door shutting, then figure he’s in the bathroom because his voice echoes when he says, “Okay, what is it?”

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