“Why is he on us again?” Axe asks us but I just shake my head. It’s not my business to tell.
“We ran into one another earlier and I pissed him off.” I shrug as they just shake their heads.
“Man, you gotta be careful with that shit.”
“Fuck him. He better be glad I haven’t fucking murdered him yet.”
“He’s a cop.” Coop tells me, as if I’ve somehow forgotten this.
“He’s a terrible human being and deserves to die.” My face doesn’t even waver when I say it and my brothers just look at me. I’m assuming, realizing how serious I am about what I just said.
“What has he done?”
I shake my head. It’s not my story to tell.
“Worse than when she showed up a few months ago.”
I nod my head as a response.
“Did—”
My phone rings, cutting off the question as I look down, seeing Jag calling me.
“What?”
“Um,” He pauses as if he isn’t sure what to say. “You need to come back here.”
“Why? What’s going on?”
“Um…” He pauses and I know that he’s trying to figure out what exactly to tell me.
“Bro, why the fuck do you need me there?”
He sighs. “You know, I’m terrible at lying.”
“Jesus Christ.” I hear Ella in the background. “Z, there’s a bit of a situation here that needs your attention. Not dyer but important… Was that, that fucking hard?” I know that the last sentence she doesn’t say to me but to Jag and it makes me laugh.
“Okay, we’re on our way.”
“Good.”
“Uh.” Jag is back on the phone. “How long you guys gonna be?”
“I dunno, 10-15 minutes. Let us lose our tail.”
“Yeah, that’s probably best.” He laughs through the phone before he hangs up.
“What’s going on?” Axe asks me, but I just shake my head and shrug.
“I don’t know. All your wife said was I needed to come back, and basically, don’t act like an asshole.”
He nods his head, laughing, knowing exactly what Ella just said. “So how you wanna lose em?”
“Wanna hit the 5?”
“What, right during rush hour?”
I laugh, nodding my head.
