Page 75 of Intolerable Bishop

“I was going to take you to one of my favorite places to sit and enjoy a view. I was also hoping to take advantage of our time alone, but we may have an issue.”

“There is no issue with that. I’m game,” Ren said, making me smirk.

“Good to know, but that’s not what I meant. Don’t look. I don’t want to let them know that I see them, but I’m pretty positive we’ve picked up a tail.”

Ren’s arms tightened around my waist. “Do you think it’s the same people who tried to kill me in Canada?”

“I don’t know yet. I don’t even know how they would know it’s us unless…shit…they have all of us under surveillance. Son of a bitch, that has to be it. We’re going to need to switch up vehicles more often.”

Had they already followed us to the cabin? Did they know where we were keeping her? No, that didn’t make sense. They wouldn’t show themselves like this if they did. I turned off the boulevard, and another fucking cop passed me. Weaving my way through the street’s curves, I spotted another cop car. Were they driving in circles? “Hang on.”

I veered down a side street and twisted my way through the busy subdivision before pulling out onto the main drag. The cops were nowhere to be seen, but the SUV was still with me. As soon as we got back on the freeway, I went full throttle, and within seconds, they became dots in my mirror and then disappeared completely.

“Oh shit,” I growled as we passed the next on-ramp, and two cop cars, with lights and sirens, pulled on and began chasing us.

“What’s happening,” Ren asked, her nervousness coming through the speaker.

“I don’t know, but I need to cut off communication to use the phone. It’s going to be fine, Ren. I promise.”

I tried calling Liam, but the phone just rang before going to voicemail. My teeth ground together as I tried a second time. Fuck. Hitting end as his voicemail came on again, I speed dialed another number instead.

“Murk, I didn’t expect to hear from you.”

“Hey, Daze. I didn’t expect to be home so soon or to have heat on my ass. I need a favor.”

“For you, anything.”

A few minutes later, I hung up with Daze and switched back to Ren. “You still good back there?”

“Yeah, but should we just pull over?”

“Hell no. I have a plan. You trust me?”

“Yeah.”

“Then hang on.”

I veered off the freeway at the next ramp, and our police escort followed. We hit a red, but I blew through it and kept going until we reached the industrial section of town. One by one, bikes came from every direction, surrounding us.

“Theo, who are all these people?”

“Friends,” I said and held out my fist as Daze pulled up on his bright green bike. We hit knuckles, and he nodded that they were ready.

Soon, I couldn’t see any cars behind me. I smirked as we reached the next intersection. The group seamlessly divided into three units, and we all took off. Only one vehicle followed us, but we divided again, and when we did, the cop followed the other bikes.

The phone rang, and I answered it.

“You’re good to go, man. We have the cops chasing their damn tails out here. Woo, take that copper,” Daze yelled.

“Thanks, man, I owe you.”

“No way, this is the most fun I’ve had in weeks. I should be paying you.” He maniacally laughed before he cut the line. Daze was as crazy as they came but also super loyal to the racers in this area. They were like one big family, and if I wasn’t so entrenched in my own fucked up world, I’d be more involved. They didn’t deserve the kind of shit that followed me or our mafia families around.

Getting Ren back to the cabin was tricky, and I had to pull into the odd driveway and take all back roads, but we made it. “Are you going to come in?”

I shook my head. “I have some things to look into. But don’t worry about them finding you. If they knew where we were, they’d already be here.” Ren nodded, and I kissed her before making sure she was safely inside. As soon as she was, I called Nash and gave him the rundown of what happened. Then I tried Liam for the third time, but as usual, it went straight to voicemail. Anger bubbled up with the frustration. Whatever the hell was wrong with him, we were getting it sorted tonight because I was sick of this shit.

JULY 5 – WEDNESDAY 9:59 PM