Page 48 of The Rocker

“I’m going with you.” He said it so matter of factly like I should have known what he planned to do.

Putting my hands on his chest, I tried to push him toward the seat he had vacated. I wasn’t sure what I was thinking because if Walker didn’t want to move, he wouldn’t, and he wasn’t on board with me going alone. “That’s sweet of you, but I’m a big girl. You need to stay here. I don’t know what kind of trouble Greer’s in, but I think if he sees the two of us together, it will only cause more problems.”

“I hate that you’re right,” he grumbled. His eyes scanned the room before he dipped down and planted a kiss on me that had me even more pissed off that I had to leave his side instead of dragging him to the nearest dark alley. He grinned down at me wickedly, letting me know he knew exactly how he’d left me. “If you need me, call me.”

All I could do was nod. I knew I’d sound all breathy and wanton if a single word came out of my mouth.

Leaving the restaurant, I looked back and saw all the guys watching me through the windows. I gave them a sad little wave because I’d rather be sitting in there with them than bailing Greer out of whatever trouble he got himself in. I wasn’t sure what kind of trouble he thought I could get him out of. I was a band manager, not a lawyer, and if I had to involve Titan’s lawyers, it was not going to be good for him or me.

Luckily the location sharing worked and gave me an address. It should at least get me in the general direction of where he was. Once my Uber arrived to pick me up, I tried texting Greer to make sure he hadn’t left but got no response. If this was some joke, if he was trying to play me, I was going to rip his balls off. I had a feeling, though, it hurt him just as much to ask for my help as it did for me to come to his rescue.

We pulled up to a bar that wasn’t far from the hotel. At least it wouldn’t take me long to get him back to the hotel once this was all settled.

I sent off a text to Walker letting him know where I was as I stepped into the bar. It didn’t take me long to find Greer. He was yelling at two policemen who looked like they were on the verge of tasing him if they did that sort of thing in Australia.

The moment Greer saw me, he sagged against the officer’s hold.

“Thank fuck you’re here, Pen,” he sighed out. “You’ve got to help me.”

I gave my best smile as I looked at the policemen before turning to Greer. “What happened? Are you being arrested?”

“I hope not, but they sure as shit want to. I didn’t know I was doing anything wrong. Those fuckers over there bet me a hundred bucks that I wouldn’t run around the bar with a Batman mask on. One second, I’m laughing at my win, and the next, I’ve got these two on me saying they’re going to take me to jail.”

Cocking my head to the side, I tried to digest the story Greer just told me. “Did you only have the mask on?” The only reason I could come up with why they wanted to arrest him was Greer had on streaking across the bar.

“Yes, he only had on the mask. If he had on the entire costume, he’d be in the back of our squad car already,” a tall, blond, surfer-looking officer answered.

“Was he naked while he ran around the bar?”

“What?” Greer shouted. “Of course not. I had on my clothesandthe mask. Even I’m not drunk enough to go streaking in a foreign bar.

“Okay, let me get this straight. You want to arrest him for wearing a Batman mask?” This made absolutely no sense.

“Correct,” the other officer with a squat build and a buzz cut answered. “It’s illegal to wear a Batman costume.”

What kind of fucked up shit was this?

I wanted to laugh, and later I would, but for now I needed to fix this.

Greer slurred something that I was sure wasn’t nice, but luckily it was so incoherent no one understood him.

“I’m sorry. I doubt if myfriendhere knew it was illegal; otherwise, he wouldn’t have put the mask on. In the United States, we love Batman, and there are tens of thousands who dress up like him every year for Halloween, if not more.” Putting my hands on my hips, I looked around the room, trying to find who had bet Greer to put the mask on. Whoever it was, was obviously trying to get him in trouble. He was probably being an asshole, and they were trying to get rid of him.

I turned back to the officers. “If I offer to take him back to his hotel room, will you please let him go? Greer had no idea what he agreed to was illegal.”

The two policemen looked at each other, having a silent conversation. If this didn’t work, I wasn’t sure how I’d get Greer out of this mess.

“If you promise to take him to his hotel, and he’ll never come back to this bar or wear a Batman costume again.”

I wanted to ask if that applied only in Australia or if it included the entire planet Earth because this was ridiculous. As much as I disliked Greer, he didn’t deserve to be arrested over something so stupid.

“I promise. I’ll take him there myself and make sure he doesn’t come back here.”

The officer’s hold on Greer loosened before he let go. “I hope you learned your lesson. You won’t always have a pretty lady to get you out of trouble.”

Greer’s lip curled, and I knew something nasty was getting ready to come out. Clamping my hand over his mouth, I pulled him out of the bar and out onto the sidewalk.

I whirled around on him. “What were you doing? I thought you didn’t want to go to jail.”

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