Page 233 of Back in the Saddle

I sat straight in my seat, crossed my arms on my chest, knowing Raye was freaking just like me and I didn’t need to make it harder on her, so I only thought to myself, if Eric gets dead doing this for me (and Homer, and all the rest of them, and everyone else those assholes were fucking over), I was going to kill him.

“Well, shit,” Titus murmured.

He was staring in his rearview mirror.

I turned around and that was when I saw the police lights. And within a few seconds, heard the sirens.

They were heading our way.

The two patrols shot past us, and it didn’t take a genius to know where they were going.

“Is this good or bad?” I asked unevenly.

“I know one thing. If those motherfuckers put holes in your boys, they aren’t calling the police after they did it,” Titus answered.

My heart started thumping, and I turned again in my seat to look at my chicks.

“This is the clean-up crew,” Titus concluded as another police car shot past.

I smiled at Raye.

She smiled at me.

My phone vibrated at my ass, I whipped it out and engaged the screen.

Text from Eric,Tell Titus to bring you in.

Thank you, God, thank you, God,thank you, God!

“We can go,” Raye and I said at the same time, this meaning she got a text too.

Titus started rolling forward, but it took a while to get the three blocks to where all the police cars with their lights still flashing were angled around because Titus had to pull to the side twice for more patrols to pass us.

In that time, I texted Eric,Coming!

When Titus parked as close as he could get, he said in a voice he hadn’t used yet, one that was not to be denied, it was also another indication of why he was who he was, “You go only when I tell you to go.”

Not in the mood to see what would happen if I tried to deny Titus, I texted Eric,We’re here, but Titus won’t let us get out until he knows it’s okay.

After that, we waited.

An ambulance came screaming in.

“Oh God,” I whispered.

And then we heard the horns of a firetruck before we saw a couple of cops angle their cars out of the way so that big, red behemoth could get in.

The firemen dropped down practically before that thing was fully parked and started hustling.

That was when I noticed the smoke billowing up from the house one down and across the street from where Titus parked.

“I’m thinkin’ your boys don’t mind mess, which I’m also thinkin’ with this crew they were up against is a little bit of all right,” Titus observed.

It seemed so. We only had to hope none of them were part of the mess.

I twisted again in my seat and asked Raye, “Cap texted, right?”

She nodded.

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