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Ethan paused, wanting all short cuts but not about to tell the “Cat” out of the bag as to why. “I would, yes.”
“And the short cut iiiiissss…” he began in mock dramatics before deadpanning, “Katrina.”
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“Holy fuck,” Bishop muttered, shaking his head as fury boiled his blood. “You’re sure?”
“I am,” 8-Bit said. “And I don’t think she’s working alone, somebody is on the other side of this, moving the pieces.”
“Agreed.Fuck!” he yelled, ready to kill. “Why the mother of myfuckingdaughter?”
“I’m sorry, Eveque,” 8-Bit said.
“Keep digging. Find the other end of this snake or I swear to God, I’ll carve the answers out of that face of hers.”
“I’ll stay in touch.”
“You okay?” Bishop remembered to ask.
“Yeah, why?”
“Just checking, that’s all. Remember I have your back, you understand? I have always had your back.”
“I know that,” 8-Bit said, his indebted tone pissing him off.
“I didn’t tell you that as some fucking debt reminder, Ethan, I’m telling you because I need you to know I willalwayshave it. You’re my brother. Remember that. No matter what happens, you have family. Ibelievein you. Weallfucking do.”
The phone was silent before he got a low, “Thank you, brother.”
Bishop released a breath at hearing he understood it exactly the way he needed him to. “Before you go, I have to know one thing.”
“What’s that?”
“How are you faring with Cat?” Bishop paced in the garage through another span of silence.
“The same fucking way you fared with our Belle Eveque.”
That news made him come to a full stop. Holy fuck he sounded terrified. “She’s good people, brother. Go easy and take your fucking time.”
His dry chuckle was very familiar. Too late to go slow. “I know she’s good. I’m actually not worried about that.”
Bishop turned and stopped again. “Whatareyou worried about?”
He took a deep breath. “What I feel right now… makes porn addiction look like child’s play.”
Oh shit. Bishop leaned against the Black Bastard. “Maybe it’ll help you to know I share a similar psychotic obsession with my Petite. No, no,” he assured at his doubtful sigh. “I’m a fucking animal with her in sex. How I don’t break her is some miracle I’m still trying to work out.”
“What does she think about that?”
It was Bishop’s turn with the dramatic breaths. “She fuckinglovesit,” he said, back to pissed.
“Wow,” 8-Bit muttered, sounding like he smiled. “I guess that should give me a byte of hope.”
“It should, yes.” But already Bishop could tell he’d exempted himself from such a thing. He knew all too well that suffocating darkness he was under.
“I’ll call you,” he said.
A familiar image of the young, broken Ethan filled Bishop’s mind, making him need to hug the fuck out of him again. “Alright, brother.”
