Page 47 of Property of Bob

“She wanted to go to her RV,” Skull started.

“So?”

“So Prime told her no.”

I closed my eyes. Of course he did. “What’d she do?”

“What do you think she did?”

“Skull,” Anchor called. None of us were up for a guessing game.

“She lost her shit.”

Cross laughed.

“Not funny,” I growled.

“Little funny,” Skull said.

“What happened?”

“She wanted some time alone. Prime wasn’t letting her go out there by herself. Shay tried to talk him into all of them going, but Prime had shit to do.”

“And?” Cross asked.

“And Ramona decided she was being held captive.”

Cross barked out a laugh. Even Anchor smiled.

I stared at the phone. “That’s not fucking funny.”

“That is absolutely fucking funny,” Cross said.

“Fuck you.”

Skull chuckled. “She announced it loud enough, I’m pretty sure half the clubhouse heard.”

I rubbed a hand over my beard. Yep. That sounded like Ramona. “She okay?”

“She’s fine.”

“Where is she now?” I asked.

“At the RV.”

My hand stopped. “Alone?”

“No.”

Good.

I didn’t even have to ask the next question. Skull knew me too well. “Pull and Wannabe are outside,” he continued. “They’re staying there as long as she wants to be in it.”

I relaxed slightly. “Why the fuck did Prime tell her no in the first place? He really had other shit he needed to do?” I asked.

“Nobody’s wandering around alone right now,” Skull droned out.

“Yeah, I know that,” I drawled.