Orla caught my arm. Then my face in her warm tattooed fingers. “We’ll find her. I promise. But don’t think for a second that I didn’t see what Saint saw. As soon as this is done, you’re telling me everything.”
23
NASH
It was a weird feeling to ride into a moment that could change your life forever.
Contradictory.
Conflicting.
Ahead of me, Cam wove around on his Dyna, cutting through the lorries and cars on the motorway. I heard him breathing down the radio in my ear. But I felt alone—I feltlonely—all the while appreciating the solitude a man only ever truly found on the back of his hog.
Didn’t appreciate this traffic, though. I wasn’t a soul who worried much about timekeeping, but being late for a meet with the feds was fucking dangerous. If they thought we weren’t coming, they could lift us from the road. Chuck us in a cell and throw away the key. We’d never get bail, not in a million years.
Not with that photograph.
The image flashed into my mind.
With considerable effort, I pushed it away, focusing on the grand apology I had to make to Bearifwe ever reached the meet point the feds had insisted on. “Why Gloucester again?”
Over the sound of the traffic, Cam heaved a heavy sigh. “I don’t fucking know. It’s not like they discussed it with me beforehand.”
“You think they tracked us to the truck place?”
“Maybe.”
“Think they’re following us now?”
Cam made an impatient sound. “How the fuck would I know? I’m not the one with eyes on every damn road camera.”
No. That was Alexei. But I had no clue where he was. Just that he’d ridden with us for all of three miles before he’d peeled away, his faster bike leaving us in the dust and me with Cam’s foul mood. “I’m fucking hungry. My stomach thinks my throat’s been cut.”
“Stop talking about your stomach.”
“What else do you want me to talk about? The size of Saint’s dick?”
Cam was two cars in front of me, but even with the distance between us, I saw the irritation travel through his broad shoulders. And I didn’t blame him. Saint’s dick was a no-go zone for chats and banter, but I was anxious, bored, and missing my lovers. Playing chicken with Cam’s volatile O’Brian temper was all I had, even if I was running a very real risk of him zipping the wrong way down the M4 to twat me round the head.
“We can talk about Locke’s dick if you want.”
I choked on my own saliva, front wheel unsteady as his words hit me like a literal brick. “Excuse me?”
Cam laughed. “Brother, you’re in the club now. If you want to rinse me about cock, you’re gonna have to get used to getting it right back in return.”
“You don’t give it back to Rubi.”
“Because the dick he’s getting belongs to mykidbrother.”
“Yeah, well. I like the same dick as your sister.”
Too far? Possibly, but I spoke no lies, and after a beat of pained silence, Cam chuckled. “Fair enough. I hope she picked a good one for you.”
A good one? Fucking hell. “Put it this way: if he lost a leg, he’d manage.”
Cam snorted. “Sounds proportionate.”
“No comment.”