Page 52 of Fox and Nitro
Nitro stops the cruiser just outside the clubhouse, everyone looking at it suspiciously until they realize it’s just us.
“Fuck, I’ll never get used to seeing that thing pulling up to the clubhouse,” Tank grouses, slapping me on the shoulder.
“I’ll never get used to seeing it from the front seat,” I tease, lifting my chin at Judge and Rider on the porch. “Don’t you lot work?”
“Fuck you,” Rider says without heat, “Only you dickbags get to have your lunchbreaks from the front of the Oink Mobile.” Switch steps out onto the porch with a container of food, “Even Doc’s gotten away for lunch.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I wave.
“Where’s Pops?” Nitro asks, cutting to the chase.
“Need a little advice, boys?” Pops yells from Chewy’s cabin, Laney on his hip.
“Nah, just wanted to make sure you’re safe and sound,” I call back. “Two of the three dumb fucks at RGPD are on the lookout for you, want to take you in again. This time they won’t play nice.”
Pops face darkens, as do all the Tombs family as they step out onto the small decks in front of their cabins.
“They scare me when they do that, like a bunch of hillbillies ready to blow shit up,” Mad Dog mutters, coming up behind us.
“What charge?” Gus asks, crossing his arms over his chest.
Nitro shrugs, “Doesn’t matter. They’ll come up with some shit just to isolate him. So just, lay low and don’t do any of the shit you’d normally do.”
“You putting me on lockdown, boy?” Pops hands Laney off to Chewy, then crosses his arms over his crisp looking polo.
“No, I am,” Mama Debs voice rings out and all eyes turn to her on the porch, apron around her waist and wooden spoon in hand. “If you don’tlistento what they’re saying, Sidney, then I’ll lock you down myself,” she threatens.
“Oh, it’s like that is it?” Pops hot foots it down the path, making a beeline for Mama Debs who squeals and runs away at a speed that will have Pops catching her in no time.
It’s quiet aside from Mama Debs retreating giggles and Pops’ growls and we all stand there looking at each other, trying to process whether that was disturbing or not.
Marx clears his throat. “Well, good. That’ll, ah, keep Pops out of trouble.” He looks to me and Nitro. “Any way you can get rid of those bent fuckers sooner rather than later?”
“Nitro has offered to shoot them if we can’t get dirt on them,” I grin.
Comms makes that annoying noise it does when we get called in and Nitro replies before stiffening. I watch as he walks to the cruiser, leaning in to check something before straightening, brows pinched.
“Uh, guys,” Remy says, stepping out of the house carrying her tablet. “Mrs Hitchens has just turned up in an ambulance.”
“What?” Switch yells, causing Remy to jump. “That’s not right.”
“Um, well here it says emergency services are en route. It says she has life threatening injuries. J Hitchens, married to Travis Hitchens.” She angles her tablet so he can read whatever it is she’s reading, her face pinched.
“She’s right, we just got the call out, Fox,” Nitro says, our comms going crazy on his shoulder.
“No, she’s not right,” Switch argues.
“How do you know, brother?” Marx asks.
“Because her and Kit are in my fucking room as we speak.”
We stare at him a moment before Nitro grips me. “We need to go now if we want to be first on scene.”
“Fuck. We gotta go. We’ll report back as soon as we can!” I yell over my shoulder as I dive into the cruiser with Nitro.
What in the fuck is going on?
Chapter 19
