“We’ll wait with you.”
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To say Vortex wasn’t amused was an understatement. First, he ranted that I’d been left alone. Then he raved about the scarecrow, followed up with the fact that my car had been set on fire. Vortex went nuclear when he heard someone had chased me through town.
Inglorious sent him down to the gym with Tracker to let off some steam. Apparently, that was code for Vortex would be punching a bag for a while.
In the meantime, Inglorious called a guy named Chance to pick up my car and see if it could be repaired. Guess I needed to call my insurance. That could be done in the morning. All I wanted was my bed. Sometime in the night, I sleepily felt Vortex crawl under the covers with me and snuggle up.
Wrapped up tight in his arms, I knew nobody would hurt me; Vortex wouldn’t allow it.
Vortex
I wasn’t in a better mood the next morning. Leaving Amy snuggly asleep, I stomped down to the rec room and discovered everyone there, including Drew. I offered Drew a dire glare, but the fucker ignored me.
“This is why we need a deputy,” Nanci was arguing.
“I can’t magic one up out of thin air,” Drew argued.
“No, I get that, but we have to find one,” Nanci’s gaze turned to Tracker, who stared back before he realised where her mind had gone.
“Forget it, I ain’t no cop,” Tracker argued.
“But…”
“No, Nanci. You got me home; don’t push me into being a deputy. Although…” Tracker looked thoughtful.
“Spit it out,” I ordered, not in the mood this morning.
“Bow,” Tracker said.
“Funny, I don’t see Bow anywhere,” I retorted.
“Don’t start with me,” Tracker snapped, squaring up. Still angry, I stepped right into his space,come at me, bro.
Inglorious shoved us away from each other.
“I know you’re stressed over last night, but tearing into a brother isn’t going to help. Back the fuck down,” he ordered.
“Who’s Bow?” Drew asked.
“Tracker’s biological brother and a club brother. Or Bow was, he walked the same time as those assholes,” Lasher said, waving at Hercules and me.
Now it was Hercules’ turn to take offence. “Got a fuckin’ issue?” he snarled.
“What you gonna do, boy, if I have?” Lasher stood, and I nodded at Hercules. Take that fucker down, spill some blood, have at it, brother.
“Jesus, take a chill pill,” Daisy-Duke interrupted and rolled her eyes. “What’s with all the butt-hurt egos? Who pissed ineveryone’s cereal this morning? Tracker, we can’t trace Bow. He’s ducking all calls.”
“Bow’ll take mine.”
“Well, he won’t answer me,” Nanci griped.
“Because he’s guessed what you’re after. Bow’s my brother, he’ll respond to me,” Tracker said confidently.
“Can you get him here?” He stared down Tracker. “And why would I even hire Bow?” Drew asked.
“Bow graduated from the police academy and did three years before quitting,” Tracker explained.
