“In. Can’t trust you to keep out of trouble.”
“Whatever. How much fucking trouble can we get into at a furniture store?”
Chapter 2
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“Shit, put it down, need to grab my phone,” I grunt out to Tank as we try and maneuver a big fucking antique chest into the house.
Placing it down I snatch my phone out of my pocket, and frown when I don’t recognise the number. “Hello?”
“Is this Dr. Manning?”
Holding the phone back I double check the screen, but I still don’t recognise the number. “Yeah.”
“We have one of your patients here at Bedder Than Ever, and he says he won't move for anyone but you. He’s here with around eight women and one man who have been very hard to calm down.”
My eyes close as I blow out a long breath. “Lemme guess, he's around 70, in chinos and a polo shirt, with a foul mouth?”
“Yes! That’s him. Can you please come quickly before everyone, ah, escalates again?”
“Be there in five.” I swipe the call to hang up and then close my eyes taking a deep breath.
“You all good brother?”
I nod at Tank before bellowing, “We gotta roll out!”
Footsteps thunder from around Joy’s quaint little home until all my brothers are standing shoulder to shoulder in the living room Tank and I are standing in.
“What you got, brother?” Marx asks, face like thunder.
“Girl Gang shenanigans at Bedder Than Ever.”
Everyone groans but no one says anything as we all head outside, mount our rides and wait for Judge to lead the way through Rose Grove to the Mom and Pop owned store in town. I know exactly which one it is even if I’ve never shopped there before. It’s the one with a frazzled dumpy bald man out the front pacing back and forth.
“Oh thank god you're here!” He sputters as we park our bikes, our engines shutting off one by one. “I tried calling Rose Grove PD but Sheriff Davies said to call you instead. The nice redhead lady was good enough to give me a number to call.”
“Fucking Moss,” Marx mutters under his breath before turning back to the man. “Alright, lead the way.”
We follow behind Marx and the owner who is wildly gesticulating and I don’t hear a word of it. Not when I spot Joy in the middle of absolute chaos.
“What in the fuck is going on?” Rhodie whispers.
There’s a mountain of pillows on the floor, two staff falling over themselves to clean them up with two more staff trying to stack them in a pyramid next to where the women are cackling and yelling. There is a sheet hanging from the ceiling, blowing wildly thanks to the air conditioning and one pair of boots sticking straight up in the air on what looks to be a king sizeluxury hospital bed. Oh, and it’s vibrating wildly because of course it fucking is.
“Do you think lube will help?” Mira asks the bed before the women roar with laughter.
“No, it wont fucking help, you smart ass! Just get me out of this fucking thing!” Mad Dog roars and it’s only then I notice his bulk next to Pops.
“Um, sir, perhaps if you could roll you might be able to roll off the side?” A little spotty kid suggests.
“There's fucking sides on this thing!” Mad Dog roars, shoving Pops.
“Don’t fucking touch me you fat bastard! It’s your fault we’re stuck like this! My chest hurts, I think I’m having a heart attack!” Pops wheezes.
“Get me out now! I don’t want to be anywhere near his fucking corpse when he dies, he’ll fucking haunt me and I’ll never get away from him.”
“I have never seen Mad Dog this panicked in my life.” Rhodie chuckles, watching his father flailing around next to Pops who has dramatically added that he wants all his earthly belongings to go to Chomper and Laney May.
