Page 82 of Benga's Rise
Goody is happy to help. He’s a good Brother. “I’ll bring it back, Pres.”
“Why’s he on a plate?” a deputy asks.
“It’s a dick in a dish,” Jinx explains. The deputy doesn’t get it.
“I’ll explain later.” Goody gives Cort asee what I have to put up withlook.
A big deputy steps forward. “You can’t have a vehicle with no safety features on the road.”
Cort smiles at the dick. “Happiness lies in the joy of achievement and the thrill of creative effort. Happiness Achievement Joy. Franklin D. Roosevelt said that. He didn’t drive it, he guided as he was towed. We even have the tow chain flagged per some law you have.”
“He guides it cuffed to the plate?”
Cort’s getting pissed. “It’s adishand you could be next.”
The dick steps forward and we all move. I stand on the side of Cort and the Officers stand a step behind on our sides. “Be very careful here, Deputy Dawg. Our conviction record is higher than yours at the moment and we have more Enforcers than you have deputies.” Fuck, we don’t need a war over dick deputies.
“Stand down, Dawson. Is this Reynolds, Cort?” Thank fuck for the Sheriff.
“Yeah, Jerry.” No one moves until Goody pulls the dick deputy away. When Cort looks at Jerry, I keep my eyes on the dick deputy. He glares at me and I point to the dish and smile.
~*~
Lunch is long and good. We needed this after the week we’ve had. I pay and follow Cort out.
“Did you get the music settled, Pres?” Jinx asks and I give him a look. He moves the other way and gets on his bike.
“Yeah, one different song for every four hard rock. I still get my music and she’ll explain it has to be Badass. No hip-hop or rap.”
“That’s reasonable.”
He nods at me. “Yeah. She says Lorelei can dance, but the brace will stop her from moving too much. She’ll pick a song you both can dance to.”
I’m glad to hear that. I wouldn’t make it with what he’d pick. I don’t have knee pads. She danced in college at some club in a fucking cage.
“That’s good, I’m glad it worked out.” Falcon gets the thought of Lorelei in a cage out of my head.
“We should do lunch more often. We have new Officers coming in again. Inner Circle needs a break.”
“It’s going to get busier too. Everywhere is booking training. We can do lunch. Raid, get us all off on one day for lunch.”
I laugh, that will be a fun schedule to make. “Roger, Pres.”
It’s a short ride to the office. When we walk in everyone claps. Why is everyone down here?
“Pres, Brothers.” The Prospect acknowledges with a big smile.
Cort looks at him and smiles. “Spill it, Prospect.”
“Pres, the news has you on everywhere. It went national. Your hits on YouTube are climbing. Dick in a dish is famous. We’ve got calls from every station wanting a comment. Badass teaching us to be better is captioned everywhere.”
Oh, Jesus. I laugh and walk toward the stairs. “Raid, we got training.”
Of course we do. I keep going. “I’ll meet you when I change, Boss.”
~*~
Lorelei
