At this point, I’m opting for the better to be safe proverb.
Me: Maybe. There’s an O’Malley at the H, we need to check it out.
Crow: Gotcha.
Our main focus needs to be Boner’s safety.
Rinsing my mouth, I look up at the mirror, my eyes shifting to the side where I can see Parker and Spencer’s reflections behind me. When she catches my eye, she rests her head on Spence’s shoulder and sticks her tongue out at me.
I grin big and wide. They look perfect like that. Like best friends hanging out until I return and pound them both with my cock.
Fuck, I need to go or else I’ll get even more shit from my brothers.
“I’ll let y’all know what’s goin’ on. Meanwhile…” I kiss Spencer, hard and quick, then bring my lips to Parker and lick a line across her bottom lip. “Be good.”
As if she’d even listen to me.
It takes me twice as long to make my way down to Church. If I was annoyed at the ass shot I got before, I’m fucking livid, now.Hopefully, I’ll be able to take my frustrations out on someone tonight. Blow some skulls up, take some teeth, the usual fun times.
The second I walk inside our sacred space where decisions are made to keep our closest friends and family members safe, I get a standing ovation. Some hoots, some whistles, some smacks right on my ass—the healthy cheek, thank fuck—and I can’t say shit.
I grit my teeth and take it. It’s the name of the game. Next Church, someone else will get their full attention.
Boner. Next Church, my best friend will get a standing ovation with no joking, only love and happiness that he’s not six feet deep.
“All right, you bunch of assholes. Yeah, yeah. Get it out of your systems.” That’s when a pillow is thrown right at my face. I want to be annoyed, but the fact of the matter is that I’m really fucking grateful because sitting on that hard wooden chair is gonna be a bitch.
“Thought you might want something nice and cushy.” Psycho winks, Ninja peeking out of his hoodie and eyeing my pillow like he’s calculating the distance between where he is and the new soft bed. Meanwhile, Bandit is doing sprints across the table, sniffing all of the brothers before settling in Bear’s palm.
“Aww, look at you…thinking.” I grin and Psycho throws his Coke can at me, hitting me square in the chest.
“Fucking children, all of you.” Hoops is full of shit because he was laughing right along with them. “We’ve got business to talk about.”
I nod, sitting—slowly and carefully—on the pillow, and despite my best efforts, it makes me taller than everyone else and now I feel like a fucking douche. Narrowing my eyes at Psycho, who’s grinning wide while Hoops is giving us the down low, I make theuniversal sign for “You’re dead meat” with my thumb across my throat.
It loses all menacing effects when I snort laugh at the way Psycho’s pressing his lips together and turning away from Hoops. Prez is right, we’re toddlers in adult clothing.
“Jonesy and Crow are still with Boner. Psycho contacted the Reapers for intel on the O’Malleys, so we should be getting some information soon.” That gets my attention and I need to give them my own news.
Raising my finger so I can speak, I wait for Hoops to lift his chin my way.
“Spencer picked up an O’Malley tonight, right before the end of his shift. He was at the same club where we found Parker.” My phone buzzes as I’m explaining. A quick glance tells me Crow is following up from our earlier messaging. “Hold on, that’s Crow now.”
Crow: Some shady mofos just walked past Boner’s room. They stared inside but didn’t stop.
“Fuck.” I don’t mean to say that out loud but here we are.
“What’s going on?” Shade’s voice is an octave lower than usual and his body has instantly coiled up like he’s already in fighting mode.
“Crow said a few goons have walked past Boner’s room.” Shaking my head, I realize they’re just getting bits and pieces of the puzzle. “Spencer took an O’Malley to the hospital following a 9-1-1 call. To be safe, I texted Crow and told him to filter who comes in and out of Boner’s room. Good thing, ‘cause I’m guessin’ they got word we were there, too.” The pain in my ass is a distant memory as my adrenaline starts pumping, ready for some action.
“It’s almost ten, the hospital is quieter at night. This could be the perfect time to sneak in.” I nod at Sledge, who’s making sense. Except, of course, the whole security thing.
My phone buzzes in my hand but I ignore the unknown number. I don’t have time to waste on marketers.
“The entrances will be locked with security. The only way to get in is through the E.R.” I’m not contradicting Sledge, I’m adding to the planning.
“What about that orderly that’s been trying to prospect for us?” Psycho snaps his fingers as he reminds us of…what the fuck is his name?