Page 4 of Babe's Bounty

He glares at me before getting into the cab. This is going to be a long trip home.

“Look, I didn’t mean to insult you, but seriously, can’t you find a job instead of committing a felon?” I press once we’re on the plane. I pull out my phone to put it on airplane mode, but realize I never took it off after flying to Reno.

“Like what?”

I swear I’m understanding why his ex-wife slammed his hand in a door. His fatalistic attitude is getting on my nerves.

“I don’t know. Look into it. The Demon Dawgs MC has a custom auto shop. I’m sure they’d love to have someone who could do detail work for their cars and bikes. They also have a construction company. You could paint murals or hell, just paint walls. Anything is better than going to prison.” The look of horror on his face has me glancing behind me. “What?”

“I can’t get tangled up with a motorcycle club. Are you crazy?”

I just blink at him. “You realize the MC owns the bail bonds company you used, right?”

Now it’s his turn to blink at me. “What?”

“DDMC Bond Agency. The DDMC stands for Demon Dawgs Motorcycle Club.”

“Oh, my god and I skipped out on my bail. They’ll kill me!” He’s practically shouting and gaining looks from our fellow passengers.

“Quiet. They won’t kill you. I promise. But you have to smarten up. No more crimes and no more skipping out on bail. In the meantime, I’ll ask around and see if the guys need help from an artist. I’ll talk to them and let them know you’ve learned your lesson. Okay?”

Once we’re off the plane, I pull out my phone to call Grant about Humphrey. I see that I’ve missed two of his calls. But, I almost don’t see them because of the vast number of missed calls and texts from Babe. Rolling my eyes at the increasingly frantic messages, I put him out of his misery and call him back.

“Min, what the hell? Where are you?” he says by way of a greeting.

“I’m at the airport. What’s the matter? Why did you blow up my phone with messages?”

“You went on a job. Without me.”

“You weren’t ready. I didn’t want to wait around and lose the edge. Besides, this one was easy. Weren’t you Humphrey? You followed me like a puppy, didn’t you?”

“We need to talk…” he starts, but I’ve spotted someone who distracts me. The man who burned down my father’s dojo walks by in the company of three other men. They head directly toward the terminal that houses private jets.

“Huh? What’s he doing here?” I grumble.

“Who?” Babe asks.

“That asshole who burned down my dad’s dojo. He just entered the terminal with three men.”

I hear a commotion on Babe’s end. “Min, I have to go. Dante’s calling Church. We need to talk. Can you come to the clubhouse?”

“Did you hear me?” I ask, huffing in disgust. “Never mind, fine. I’ll head to the clubhouse after I drop off Humphrey.”

But first I need to see what those four are up to.

CHAPTER THREE: BABE

“Shit. Min just saw them at the airport,” I announce.

“What do you mean?” Dante asks.

“Min’s bringing in a skip and said she just saw Billings with three men enter the airport.”

“Call her back, get her to follow them,” Dante orders.

Luckily, Min answers immediately.

“I haven’t left the airport yet,” she says when I ask her to go back and find the men. “I’m following them right now.”

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