Page 1 of My Knight

Chapter One

Pirate

“We gotta go.”

I looked up from my beer and frowned. “What the hell are you talking about?”

Dice held up his phone, but he was across the common room.

“Like I can fucking read that,” I growled.

Yarder was sprawled out on the couch with Poppy snuggled up to him. Aero and Sloane were sharing the recliner, and they looked way too comfortable. The rest of the guys were holed up in their rooms with their ol’ ladies.

And Stretch was still missing.

“Is it Stretch?” Yarder asked, his voice sharp with concern.

Dice shook his head. “Nah, it’s the police scanner app I have on my phone. Cops were just called out to the camera crew’s tiny houses.”

I leaned back, unimpressed. “Is that really our problem?” We were done with that damn camera crew. Whatever trouble they were getting into, they could handle it on their own as far as I was concerned.

“You and Dice go check it out.”

“What?” I demanded and sat up straighter.

“Just go and make sure they are okay.” Yarder flicked his hand at Dice. “Does it say what the call is for?”

“It’s probably a smoke alarm or some shit,” I muttered.

Dice shook his head. “Doesn’t say.”

Yarder looked back at me, unimpressed by my resistance. “Get your ass up and go check it out. I’m sure it’s nothing.”

I stood with a huff and pulled my keys out of my pocket. “I know it’s nothing, and you’re just having us waste our time.Hell, Mac can handle whatever it is.” Mac and Saylor, the new producers Don had sent over, seemed more than capable of handling themselves. They also had Mark and Drew hanging around.

“Just go,” Yarder ordered.

I rolled my eyes but stalked toward the door. “Fucking bullshit,” I mumbled under my breath, knowing Dice could hear me as he followed me outside.

The night air was cooler than earlier, and I was not in the mood to be running errands for people who weren’t our concern.

“I’m sure it’s nothing, brother,” Dice called over the rumble of our steps.

“You shouldn’t have said a damn thing,” I shot back and swung my leg over my bike.

Dice shrugged. “I was surprised to see the address.”

“Surprised my ass,” I grumbled and started my bike. I motioned for him to follow, then tore out of the lot.

The roads were quiet, and the night air whipped against my face as we rode. It was a straight shot to the tiny houses, barely ten minutes away, but with every passing streetlamp, a nagging feeling crawled up my spine. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it was more bullshit we didn’t need to be involved in. Either way, we were about to find out.

By the time we got close, the red and blue flashing lights were already cutting through the night. My grip tightened on the handlebars as I slowed, and Dice pulled up beside me.

“So much for it being nothing,” Dice called over the rumble of our engines.

I grunted, and my eyes scanned the scene as I pulled to the curb. Four police cars and an ambulance took up the tiny driveway in front of the houses.

I killed the engine and swung my leg over the bike as my boots hit the pavement with a dull thud.

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