Page 12 of Healed
Chapter 3
Brandt looked down at his phone when it pinged, letting him know somebody sent him a message. He swiped the screen fully expecting it to be Tempest.
“Fuck! I gotta go. You got this?” Brandt asked Barron.
“Is it the baby?” Barron asked excitedly.
“No. Tempest is still miserable and still pregnant. It’s Remi. Vince just sent me a text telling me to come get Remi before he kicks his ass for being a dumb-ass,” Brandt said.
“Great,” Barron said.
“Yeah, lovely, isn’t it?”
“Well, go save him. We got this,” Barron said.
“Alright. If I have time I’ll be back today. If not, I’ll see you later.”
“Take him to his mommy,” Barron suggested.
“You don’t know how much I’d love to. But no, he’s part of our clan, I’ll handle it,” Brandt said. “Even if I have to whip his ass myself.”
“Good luck!” Barron called.
Brandt didn’t even cleanup before he got in his truck to go after Remi. He just got in his truck and started it up. Speeding down the road ten minutes later he slowed down when he saw someone familiar walking along the shoulder of the two lane highway. “Fuck me,” he murmured as the person began wildly gesturing for him to stop as she suddenly appeared to be unsteady on her feet.
Brandt drove past her, then made a U-turn and pulled up right beside her. He rolled down the window and waited while she hurried to the truck.
“Thank you! Thank you so much for stopping!” Olivia rushed out between sobs as she stumbled to the window. She steadied herself with her hands on the window frame and looked up to see who’d stopped. Immediately her posture straightened and she stopped sobbing. “Oh. It’s you.”
“Yeah, good to see you again, too,” Brandt said.
Olivia stood there glaring at him.
Brandt lowered his mirrored sun-glasses and looked over the top rim at her. “Do you want a ride or not?” he asked.
“I’m not going to Remi’s. I’m going home to my house.”
“You can’t go to Remi’s. You’re not allowed there anymore.But if you want to go home, I’ll take you there.”
“Fine,” she said, opening the door and getting in the truck. She reached for the seatbelt, strapped herself in and then realized that Brandt was calling somebody while he waited for her to get situated. “Don’t bother calling Remi! I do not want to talk to him or see him again!”
“I’m not calling Remi.” He waited until a woman’s image filled the screen. “Hey, baby. I’m driving a friend of Remi’s home. Thought I’d keep you on video-call as a witness.”
“Why do you need a witness?” Tempest asked.
“Because it’s the same female I ran off from Remi’s this morning.”
“You ran somebody off from Remi’s?” Tempest asked.
“Yep.”
“He was very rude!” Olivia called out so Tempest could hear her.
“Who is she and why are you taking her home if you ran her off?” Tempest asked.
Brandt angled the phone so Tempest could see Olivia. “Happened to find her walking on the side of the highway.”
“Ah, and you can’t allow a woman, even this one, to be stranded on the side of the highway.”
