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My confusion must show because Dragon chuckles at me while he quickly hugs Genny and then takes her hand, running to the parking garage.
“You turned off your coms again, didn’t you?” He calls over his shoulder.
“Abel talks too much. I needed to hear my surroundings, not his ego.” My earpiece crackles.
Shit.
“I heard that Karma.” One thing about being an honest person is I will never say something I wouldn’t say to your face, so I offer no apology.
“Next time you want to insult your VP, make sure the com lines aren’t open.” Dragon huffs a laugh at Abel’s disgruntled tone.
“Did I offend you?” Cause if I did, then I’ll apologize for that part.
“Karma girl, there is a reason I gave you that road name, and it wasn’t for your sunny disposition. Besides, if I worried about all the people I offended, I’d never get shit done.” Laughter fills my ear as we get into the parking structure.
“I feel left out here.” Genevieve reminds us she can’t hear what’s going on.
“Just Abel being Abel,” I tell her and slow us down now that I can see the rest of the club.
“Come here, baby. Are you ok?” I look her over, and that’s when her bottom lip starts to wobble.
“Shh, I got you.” I hug her to me and let everyone surround us.
She needs her family.
“Let’s move. We can still make the courthouse if we speed.” Abel calls out, and everyone starts mounting their bikes.
“You want to ride with Wrench or me?” She wipes her face and sniffles.
“I’ll always ride you.” I groan.
“That’s not what I asked, baby.” Her smile lifts my mood.
“You, always.”
* * *
“Your honor,I apologize for the state of my attire. However, I’m sure you’ve been informed of the situation Ms. Davenport just suffered. I understand if you would like a continuation for a later date.” Abel addresses the Judge as we all watch from the back of the courtroom.
We made it back to Washington DC faster than humanly possible, and the fact that we didn’t have a police escort waiting to arrest us all was a miracle. The older gentleman sitting up on his perch where he can look down on criminals does not look amused. His frown lines are deep, like he spends most of his life making that face.
“Mr. Brooks, do I look like a man that likes to be bullshitted?” My eyebrow goes up.
“No, sir. I’m not trying to do so.” Abel’s voice sounds like he’s scared.
That’s a first.
“Good because young man, I have plans with my wife tonight and no time for any of this drama. I’m old, weeks away from retirement, and can smell bullshit a mile away. So let’s cut to the chase. I read all the paperwork and looked at the evidence sent over from LA. You know what is missing?” Abel hangs his head, and when laughter fills the room, I look around to find the source of the sound.
When he raises his head, nodding at the judge, he wipes his eyes. Is he crying and laughing? What the fuck.
“Yes, sir. The arrest report.” The judge’s frown gets more serve if at all possible.
He looks like that one old man muppet from Sesame Street.
“And why is that.” The judge sits back and crosses his arms over his chest.
Abel can barely get the words out.
