Page 48 of Prophet
He gave me a smile and grasped my hand to tug me up. As big as he was, I was bigger and he staggered back a bit. “Damn fat ass cowboy,” he teased me like he always did when we were kids.
“Hey!” a voice came over the comm.
We both paused when we heard it in our ears.
“Ma?” Talon said to her. “You can’t be on this—”
“Aww shush up, Mr. Claw,” she retorted over the ear device. “Is Prophet there?”
I raised my head to answer her, “Yes, Ma.”
“I came on after I heard,” she said.
“Liv,” Talon broke in. “Why does she have the—”
“I told you to shush, son,” her voice cut him off. “I got somethin’ to say.”
“Go ahead, Ma,” I answered as we walked over to the vehicle.
“All I gots to say is, you know better than to go under that porch, Cowboy. Don’t be that dog. Beat that dog.”
Upon hearing this, I stood still in front of the open door of the SUV the Rebels brought.
“What?” Talon’s confused voice spoke again.
“She grabbed it, Talon,” Liv came over the comm now as she tried to explain. “And I couldn’t…Hell, you know how she is.”
I stared ahead and caught sight of the guy slumped in the seat as he moved a bit. I jumped into the seat and gave Redemption a nod as I shut the door. I knew Red was right and Ma was too. I needed to keep on this and not wallow in self pity or whatever the fuck that pit was that Ma just pulled me out of.
That fucker had in fact outsmarted all of us. Did he set our plan into motion with his fucking games? He probably knew I wouldn’t allow Jewel to be traded over. How could he know though? I remembered some of the things Liv had said about him. He caught many criminals with his traps. She had said he had fooled them in their own game so to speak. So, he played the odds and thought he would try to trump us with his change of plans. In a way, it worked. Hell, ithadworked.
I looked over at the last chip I had to play in this fucked up game. On the other side of him was the man I knew as Wildcat, the medic who checked me over after my match with Talon.
He was checking Deacon’s man over now.
I waited impatiently as he did so.
Wildcat sighed. “I don’t like this gash on his head,” he muttered as he turned in the seat to rifle through his first aid kit.
“Well, I like it,” I grumbled. “Motherfucker.”
“Well, you shouldn’t,” Wildcat replied. “If he’s concussed and stays out, we could lose him.”
I sat up straighter in the seat as I did need him alive for now. “What can you do for him?”
“Just tape him up and hope he comes to.”
“Hope?” I asked. “Man, this is my woman and my dad at stake.”
Wildcat shook his head. “I know how you feel man. I do. But we have to let him rest for a bit.”
“How long is a bit?’ I gritted out.
He shrugged as he taped a huge bandage over the gash on the man’s head. “A few hours maybe.”
“Fuck,” I swore under my breath. “A lot could happen to Jewel in a few hours.”
The man on the seat muttered, “A jewel by any...”
