15:45 Never mind I just talked to Mak
16:20 Yeah, she’s still going ham and cheese. I’ll be at the cabin.
21:05 Where tf you at, Ant? For real. Answer me. Call me… Mark is pissed.
07:00 Ant? Wtf?!? Are you good?
Mark messaged at nine sharp, which was probably what time the meeting started last night.
21:00 Call me when you read this.
Nah, I thought to myself as I squinted at the screen. I wasn’t in the mood to get my ass chewed and orders laid for my arrival. I still had an hour of road ahead of me, and I didn’t intend to touch down with a beat down.
They’d find me soon enough.
“Oak,” I laughed seeing three messages from him and swiped them open for the hell of it.
He rarely messaged.
21:04 Jesus Ant. Where are you?
22:00 This is not good, my friend. We needed you.
My whole face scrunched up before I flubbed my lips and closed his thread without reading the last of it.
I locked my tongue against the back of my teeth and stared at the six in parenthesis beside Big Vick’s name.
09:20 IDK why they didn’t give your auntie an enforcer patch. She can bust chops better than I do! LOL
His overuse of the emojis made me laugh, even if I was dying inside picturing the scene she probably made down at Miller’s trucking.
09:45 Why does she think someone here beat your ass?
09:50 That why our dark prince is scuffed up? You girls get into something last night?
20:45 Damn, where you at? You’re usually here by now
The fact that he had the patience to scroll long enough to find the head scratching emoji was impressive. Big Vick hated technology more than Mark, and that was saying something. The only gadget I ever saw bring a smile to ol’ Mark Miller’s face were the surveillance cameras that helped him figure out who was stealing the catalytic converters from the vehicles on his lot.
22:35You have an appointment with me at midnight. Get your ass up here.
Fuck…
I slowly slid my thumb toward the top of the phone, pulling up the last two messages.
07:00 Be smart. Don’t make this worse than it will be.
07:45 Don’t make me issue an SoS over this shit, Ant. Jesus…
I flicked the cigarette out onto the street and stared at the screen. Was he fucking serious right now? He was gonna order a smash on sight… because I missed a club meeting and a few phone calls?
What the hell was going on?
The phone lit up in my hand and a new message loaded, pushing the rest up a bit.
09:42 FFS Anthony, Mark is demanding I go to your house. You really want Daisy to wake up to this shit?
“Checkmate, motherfucker. Checkmate,” I scoffed, before punching out a response.
