Page 78 of Brother In Arms

Chapter 27

Rush

Ringing from the cab of the truck. Shit, Bailey’s phone. She hadn’t been gone ten minutes, my brothers and I still standing around surveying the damage in the new light of day. Bailey and I had been asleep in that house which was now burned half way down to the foundation. I shook my head and went down the small embankment, ripping open the bullet riddled truck’s driver’s side door. I scooped up the phone and swore.

“What is it?” Dragon called.

“Bailey’s mom,” I called back and swiped a finger across the screen. “Hello?” I answered. Silence on the other end of the line for a span of one seized up heartbeat.

“Where is my daughter?” Bailey’s mother demanded.

“Safe, on her way to the club,” I answered. “This is Rush.”

“It’s all over the news,” she said and I looked up.

“Well, that does explain the helicopter,” I said.

“What happened?”

“I’d better give you to Dragon.”

“I’m asking you,” she said. “You were there, with my girl, what happened?”

“Alright, damn!” I told her in as few words as briefly as possible.

“But she’s alright?” She asked incredulously.

“Shook up, a few cuts from flying glass, but yeah. She’s gonna be fine.”

“My poor Bailey,” she whimpered. A mother’s love, I guess. I wouldn’t know myself, but I’d heard about it often enough to believe it existed.

“It’s going to be okay, ma’am. I’m going to take care of it.”

“You do that, and don’t you worry about a thing. I have the best legal defense team.”

I snorted, I didn’t plan on getting arrested, but if it happened? I didn’t think for one minute Bailey’s mom would follow through. With the way her son turned out, I fully expected her to leave my ass to rot ensuring her daughter was safe not only from the big bad developer, but the big bad biker, too. It was how these rich bastards were. They operated above the law, while us? We just operated outside it.

I just handed the phone to Dragon at that point and went over to my bike which Archer and I had pushed out here. I was lucky I kept my keys in my cut and I’d grabbed it, otherwise I’d be sitting here fucked without a way out of here other than sittin’ bitch ‘til I could grab my spare.

“Where the fuck you think you’re going, brother?” Archer demanded.

I dug through my saddle bags and cursed. No spare boots. Fucking damn it. I must have taken ‘em in the house.

“What size, dude?” Duracell called and I looked back over my shoulder at him.

“Twelves.”

“Woo hoo! I can hook you up,” Reaver said and flipped open one of his bags. He came up with a pair of paint stained work boots.

“Nice,” I muttered and pulled them on without socks.

“They’re elevens and a half’s but they might work.”

“A bit snug, but fuck it, I ain’t got better.”

“Here, put this on under your cut. You look like a –“

“Cell!” Dray barked and Cell corrected at the last second from what he’d been about to say to “Tool.”

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