Page 43 of Fury

“Who’s this?” came an amused male voice on the other end of the line.

“I’m a friend of his.”

“Oh yeah? Well, Dig’s not here, friend.”

“I need to contact him. ”

“Who the hell is this?”

My pulse quickened. “This is Finger. Who the hell are you?”

“This is Jump,” he replied. Jump was an officer of the Jacks, their Secretary.

“He’s not answering his beeper. Where is he?”

“Dig’s got a lot of beepers, man.”

“Don’t we all?” I shot back. “I need to talk to him. It’s important.”

“Dig’s away, out of town. He left all his beepers behind, except for one. And only I’ve got that number, and it’s for 911s. Only.”

This asshole.

“He’s expecting my call. You call him for me, then. I don’t give a shit. I just need to hear from him.”

“Ain’t that interesting? No can do. Man’s on his honeymoon. A honeymoon that got delayed since his flash wedding a few weeks ago.”

“Wedding?”

“Sorry, you didn’t get the invite. It was a spur of the moment thing. So no, I ain’t disturbing him for anything or anybody. Man never gets away, and this was a special deal. You got something you want, you can tell me.”

I wasn’t about to tell Jump shit, but I needed help. I was counting on Dig’s fucking safe house. I needed to get Serena safe.

“Dig promised me access to a safe house in South Dakota.”

“Huh. You’re shitting me.”

“I’m not shitting you, and I need access. Now.”

“Oh, now, huh? That ain’t gonna happen. Ever. He had no right to promise you shit, and I’ll deal with him when I see him. I don’t want to know what you got going on, but you aren’t involving the Jacks in any of your shit. Crap between you and every other club on the map is hot, and I ain’t risking my club for any of you.”

“Jump, I need—”

“I don’t give a shit what you need. Can’t help you.”

“Just for a couple of days, then I’ll be gone. I need to lay low for a few—”

“And that is your fucking problem. Why should I take a risk for you? No fucking way. Dig’s been chasing your skirt for a while now, don’t think I haven’t noticed. But it ends here and now, with me.”

Serena pulled at the blood soaked bandana on my arm, and I sucked in air. Was that why nausea was roiling in my gut, and my vision was getting dazed? Yeah, that must be it. Bleeding at the side of the road.

“Got to keep moving,” Serena mouthed silently.

“Fuck you, motherfucker,” I spit into the phone. “I ain’t ever gonna forget this.”

“I already have,” Jump replied.

The line went dead.

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