Page 62 of Biker's Conquest: Property of Rage

“Good call.”

Wyatt getsus each a room at the motel and we go out for a smoke after checking in. I lean against my bike and call the number the chick with the pink hair gave us.

A black woman answers the phone.

“Keyshawn? What the hell? Or are you that coffee shop chick.”

“Who are you?”

She yelps. “Okay. Not Keyshawn. Grown ass man who sounds like a bear.”

“Where’s Keyshawn?”

“Excuse me? Good evening and how are you,sir.”

“Good evening.”

I tap my foot impatiently. Wyatt smirks. I’m guessing this woman is some relative or friend of Keyshawn’s… Someone whose number she would have memorized. This woman definitely has the information that I need so I can’t act like a dickhead.

“Right,” she says. “Now identify yourself, sir,” she says with a tough, interrogator’s voice. I hope this woman isn’t a cop… She sounds serious. It doesn’t matter if she knows my name. We have her phone number, so we can find this woman’s home address if necessary.

I hope it won’t come to that.

“Deacon Hollingsworth.”

I hear a pen scratching against paper in the background. “I see… Are you the one who got my cousin pregnant?”

“Excuse me? Who are you?”

Her shocking question distracts me from the fact that she must really know Keyshawn if she knows that Keyshawn is pregnant.

“Her cousin.”

“Name?”

“That’s none of your business, unless you’re the father of my cousin’s child.”

She has the information I need. Wyatt perks up with excitement, his dice rolling across the front of his hand anxiously.The sooner we find Keyshawn, the sooner he can get back to his wife. I just hope she didn’t run away from me…I don’t want us to start over.

“Yes. Yes. Just tell me where the fuck she is before I lose my mind.”

“Well,I don’t know whereyouare, because she told me she was going home to you.”

Home to me.I would be more excited if I was closer to her, and not in a city over fifty miles away.

“Fuck.”

“Isn’t she there?” her cousin asks.

“I don’t know. I’m in Boston. Has she called you since she got there?”

She doesn’t seem worried, but I’m almost geared up into a panic with this revelation. What if she didn’t make it back to the house?

“No. But that’s Keyshawn for you.”

I don’t buy that.After so much time on the road, I think Keyshawn would call this woman. But I don’t want to freak her out. I just need to find my woman.

“Thanks. I’d better go find her, then.”

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