Page 62 of Sticks and Stones
Only, now, he had other issues far more important than a banana hammock and his libido.
Unfortunately.
Gene sat, and he was right to the point. They didn’t have time to screw around on this one. They were already a day behind, and that meant hauling ass before the five men who hurt Corbin had a chance to slip away.
Bikers moved from city-to-city, and with them, they might be taking some men who were trafficked.
“I need a favor.”
Uh-oh.
When one of the two asked for a favor, it was always questionable or sketchy.
Now, it was a matter of which one.
He was holding his breath that one, or both, weren’t going to be asking for a trip out of there. Honestly, Greyson would fight that tooth-and-nail.
“What?”
Gene went there.
“This needs to be off of the record. I know you will want a report, but I’m going to be very vague when I fill mine out.”
Yep.
Sketchy shit.
Here they went again.
For Greyson, he was a rule follower, but Gene Cantrell and Ethan Blackhawk…
Let’s just say they colored outside the box.
Oh, they were effective as fuck, but they took the less traveled route to the finish line, and most of the time, it was a crash landing when they got there.
ALWAYS.
That basically meant something was going to go awry, and someone was getting shot.
They were trouble magnets, and always seemed to get the cases where shit was going down.
Greyson fully expected a shit ton of paperwork heading his way.
Great.
“What the hell did you and Blackhawk fall into now?” he asked. “I know it’s trouble. It’s always a mess with you two.”
Yeah, Gene was well aware.
Unfortunately.
Because the clock was ticking, Gene was to the point. He was going to need backup on this with Ethan babysitting Corbin at their place.
So, he started at the beginning.
“As we were leaving to head to the airport, Corbin Price’s mother showed up at our place.”
Greyson lifted a brow.
