The shower was still going, so I left her in there, snatched a towel off the rack, then dialed the non-emergency line.
That being Gentry’s personal line.
I’d have called Black, but he was less than happy lately, and I’d rather avoid his angry ass if I could.
Gentry answered in a couple of rings, sounding mildly out of breath.
“What’s up, man?” Gentry asked.
“What are you doing?” I wondered.
He sounded like he was in a tunnel.
“Running.”
“You mind heading over here when you get a chance?”
“I’m probably eight miles away from my truck, and there isn’t any way that I can get there fast enough. You’ll have to call Black if it’s important.”
“Shit,” I groaned.
“What’s up?”
I explained what was happening.
Gentry and Black, along with all of the club members, were very aware of the shit show that was my mother. They knew about Kurt Pruitt, as well as Ida Bell and Felicia now.
Koen had reamed me out for not trusting him, and I’d decided it would be better to go ahead and get everyone in on my life woes, so no other surprises popped up. That, and they could help me bury them if they happened to find something I could use.
I explained what was going on, and Gentry sighed. “You’re gonna have to call Black. You’ll want to get her trespassed.”
“Good idea,” I sighed. “He in a good mood today?”
Gentry snorted. “Why do you think I decided to get a long run in on a Tuesday?”
Fuck.
“Thanks, man,” I said.
“I’ll come out after I’m done if you’re still there.”
I hung up and called Black, who wasted no time in saying he’d be here shortly.
After hanging up, I got dressed in sweats and a t-shirt, pulled on some socks, then slipped on the Hey Dude house shoes that Nettie had insisted I buy.
They were insanely comfortable, even if they were ugly as fuck.
Plus, they kept my feet warm.
“I’ll be outside waiting for Black,” I called.
She drew a heart in the condensation on the glass. Then followed it up with a penis that was bigger than anything I’d ever seen before.
I snorted just as she wiped off the condensation on the glass and stared at me through the clear space she’d created.
“That was the best sex we’ve ever had, Bart.”
I flashed her a grin.
