Page 135 of Romeo

“That supposed to be a fuckin’ joke?”

The Knights’ VP sighed. “No, Rome, it’s the fuckin’ truth. Don’t remember what the doctor told you?”

“Don’t remember shit. Just bits and pieces of me bein’ jumped.”

“Then I’m sure she’ll give you a laundry list the next time she stops in.”

“No brain damage?”

“We asked her how we’d be able to tell when you’re normally an idiot.”

“No way to talk to your prez,” he grumbled.

“Rather me lie?”

“Yeah.”

Bishop snorted.

“Gimme my phone so I can text Wick.”

“About that…”

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

“Sully already got you a new one. Had the phone company transfer all your shit, so not much should be lost.”

“My phone lost or did those fuckers take it?”

“Got as beat up as you did.”

“Didn’t get fuckin’ beat up. Got ambushed.”

“Your ass got beat. Badly.” Bishop jerked his chin toward the hospital bed. “The proof is you bein’ stuck in that bed.”

Like he needed that damn reminder.

He was done with this conversation. The only one he wanted to talk to right now was Wick.

“Text Wick, then go get me my new phone, my sled and my cut.”

Bishop hooted loudly. “How the fuck you ridin’ your sled when you’re in goddamn traction?”

“Will figure out a way.”

“The only vehicle with wheels you’ll be ridin’ for a while will be a wheelchair.”

The good news kept coming.

Chapter Thirty-Three

“See who it was?”Romeo asked Wick not even two hours later and after a short, much-needed nap.

Wick leaned back in the chair and propped his boots on the hospital bed. “Kinda.”

Romeo narrowed his eyes at those dirty boots until Wick dropped them back to the floor. “Was it the Fury?”

Wick’s forehead creased the same way Bishop’s had. “The Fury? Why would they wanna kick your fuckin’ ass?… Oh… fuck… ‘Cause you banged their property without permission? That hot thing belongin’ to that scary fucker Shade? What’s her name?”

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