Page 11 of Colt

“Who the fuck’s Stan?” Atlas said with a grunt. “You’re talkin’ like a teenage girl.”

Abe chuckled.

Cash’s lips twitched.

Bowie turned to me. “What are you doin’ setting up alerts for him? He’ll be runnin’ around the clubhouse squealin’ like a fuckin’ NSync groupie.”

“Showin’ your age there, Bo.” I laughed. “I never set up shit, and I sure as fuck didn’t teach him how.”

Prez’s face tightened. “Kai helped me. We looked at the Googly thing. Step-by-step instructions right there.”

I barked a laugh. “Ya mean Google?”

Prez waved a dismissive hand. “You know what I mean.”

“Jesus,” Atlas griped. “He can google his shit but can’t pronounce it.”

“You fuckers give me a headache,” Prez rumbled. “All you talk about is dicks and reality shows. As soon as I get down with the kids, you yank my chain. It wasn’t long ago you assholes were takin’ Church time up talkin’ about English bitches and fuckin’ Zinfandel.”

“Ya mean Scandoval,” I interjected. “Zinfandel’s a type of wine.” This I knew ‘cause I’d seen it served at many a stuck-up dinner party.

Prez waved a hand. “Ya know what I mean.”

Abe’s head fell back, and he shook his head at the ceiling. “Jesus Christ. You fuckers are makin’ my brain bleed. Is there any other business, or can I get back to work?”

Dagger looked around the table expectantly. “Well?”

Silence.

“Church is closed.” Prez smashed the gavel into the sound block. “Fuck off the lotta ya.” His eyes came to me, and he gave me a chin lift. “You stay put. Wanna go over what I need from you in Colorado.”

I checked my cell while chairs scraped, and the guys filed into the corridor. Without thinking, I clicked on Freya’s name. I didn’t notice the knot in my gut until I saw no more messages between her and fucknut Charlie, and it unraveled.

“Atlas,” Prez called as the SAA approached the door.

Atlas turned back. “Yeah?”

“Mind you don’t trip over your massive dick on the way out.” He laughed.

Atlas’s lips flattened as laughter came from the corridor. “Fuck off,” he rasped, leaving the room, and slamming the door behind him.

Prez turned to me and chuckled. “Fucker’s never gonna live it down.”

I put my cell down, lifting my stare to Prez. “Everythin’ okay?”

He sat back, rubbing his beard. “You still keeping tabs on Freya?”

I nodded.

“Any sign she’s seein’ anyone?” he asked.

My gut dropped.

“Some dude called Charlie’s sniffin’ around, but I can’t tell how serious they are.”

He nodded thoughtfully. “Check it out while you’re down there. I know you’re busy, so see to Ed, then see to Freya. Take time off the other stuff.”

“We need to know who’s behind the trafficking of those girls, boss,” I insisted. “Are you sure you want me to take a back seat?”

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