Page 42 of Bear

“Not if you can assure me he’s safe and not having the shit beaten out of him as we speak.”

I sigh and pull my cell from my pocket, scrolling until I find Saint’s number. “Hey.”

“Bear, what’s up, brother?”

“You with Jupiter’s dipshit brother?”

“Uh-huh. I still don’t know why I’m on babysitting duty.”

“Just lucky, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“So, will you do me a favor and put him on?”

“What? Why?”

“Because Jupiter has her panties in a wad and wants to make sure Chaos didn’t skin him alive.”

“What? You told her?”

“I didn’t ... She may have got it out of me.” I glance at Jupiter, who’s scowling at me, and give her my back. “Yeah, I told her, but only because she was freaking out.”

“I was not freaking out,” she protests.

I walk across the room so Saint won’t hear her, but it’s a small fucking room. “Just put him on the goddamn phone.”

“I don’t know, man. Prez said not to let him have any contact with the outside world until we decide what to do with him.”

I cringe and hope to Christ that Jupiter didn’t hear that. “I’ll deal with Prez.”

“And?”

“And what?”

“Well, I gotta get something out of this.”

“How do you fuckin’ figure?”

“Because if Chaos finds out, he’s gonna have my balls before he can get to yours.”

“I’ll take your shit jobs for the week.”

“Make it a month.”

“Fine. Now put him on the fuckin’ phone before I come over there and kick your ass.”

“Sweet,” Saint says. From the earpiece, I can hear him opening a door as he walks into another room. “Hey fuck face. You got a call.”

Bobby Ray grunts. “Wh-who is it?”

I hit speaker and turn, fully prepared to hand over the phone, but Jupiter is right behind me and practically snatches the goddamn thing out of my palm. “Bobby Ray? Oh my God, are you okay? Did they hurt you?”

“Juju?”

“Yeah, dumbass. It’s me.”

“I’m sorry, Juju.”

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