Page 78 of Look at Her and Die

“Sorry for the late call,” he said. “I’ll keep you updated on everything as we move forward.”

After hanging up, it immediately rang in my hand.

Not thinking about it, I answered it and placed the phone onto speaker so that whoever it was on the line could be heard by both of us.

“Hello?”

“Who the fuck is this?” Calliope snarled.

Searcy gasped and flipped her head backward, her hair gracefully falling out of her eyes.

“Calliope!” Searcy cried out. “Are you all right?”

“Well…” She hesitated. “Someone stole my car while I was at a party. And, while I was at said party, some asshole tried to force me to give him a blow job, and I might or might not have bit the tip of his penis off. He’s down, but his friends started chasing me through the woods. I’m near 75 now, and I need a ride.”

A ride.

Holy fuck.

“Where are you exactly?” Searcy straightened her shoulders. “Give me your location, and I’ll come get you.”

“I’m walking to the Dairy Queen off of Newman. I’ll wait for you there. Maybe I’ll buy myself an ice cream to get this awful taste out of my mouth,” Calliope declared.

There was a snort behind me, and I looked over to see all my brothers standing there, eyes intense, as they listened into the conversation.

“I can’t fucking believe this,” Calliope hissed. “Why does this keep happening to me? First my car. Then my jaw. Oh, and bring me a plastic baggie. I want to put this penis head on ice.”

Nothing should’ve surprised me at this point, but that girl’s comment had just done the impossible.

“Just throw it away,” Searcy suggested.

“Absolutely not. This is insurance,” she said. “Bring the baggie.”

Then she hung up.

Searcy stared at the ceiling for a few long seconds before she said, “I have to call that cop back.”

“I’ll do it.” I patted her hip. “Get a bathroom break over with. This is gonna be a long night.”

I was right, too.

It was a long night.

Turns out, you can’t avoid police when you are thought to be dead.

Especially when said police happen to be at the Dairy Queen you walk to.

When we arrived at DQ, Calliope was at the front of the building with three police officers surrounding her.

I pulled the bike right up next to them in the closest parking spot and shut it down, hearing my club brothers doing the same on the other side of me.

Stepping off, I helped Searcy down, then walked up to the officers and Calliope with Searcy’s hand in my own.

“Can we help you?” the narrow-eyed cop asked.

“That’s my girl’s sister.” I pointed.

Calliope’s shoulders loosened infinitesimally.

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