Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 71625 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71625 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
“All units be advised, there is a white male in a white t-shirt and baggy jeans walking down the middle of 240…he’s been flashing passing motorists his privates. Ummm, he’s also been pressing his genitalia against car windows that are stopped at stoplights.”
I bit my lip and momentarily closed my eyes.
“Does that mean he’s pressing his dick to people’s windows?”
I snorted. “Yes.”
“Can you go pick him up? That’s like half a block from here!”
I immediately shook my head. “No. I’m not dragging you to a call like that. Someone else will pick him up.”
“Please?”
I shook my head.
“All units be advised, the subject just exposed himself to a child by pressing his genitals into a cracked car window. The driver rolled his, ummm, genitalia up in the window.”
Conleigh burst out laughing, her hand smacking hard against her thigh.
But she got her wish.
With me being that close to the scene, I couldn’t just leave.
I parked next to the car that had the guy’s dick rolled up in the window and immediately recognized the vehicle. It belonged to one of the old ladies—Truth’s.
“Don’t get out of this car,” I ordered Conleigh. “Once another unit arrives on scene, we’ll leave. Understand?”
She nodded her head and held up her pinky. “Pinky promise.”
I winked at her, took her pinky with mine, and shook it lightly before letting it go. “Be good. Don’t press any buttons.”
Conleigh grinned. I slammed the door and went to deal with the poor schmuck who thought he could put his dick into a mama bear’s window.
Shit.
Before rounding the car, I sent out a quick text to Truth.
BP (11:59 AM): I’m here. Don’t freak out.
I knew that Verity, Truth’s wife, had already sent a text message.
Her phone was in her hand, and her child, EJ, was in her arms.
She was glaring at the man who was busy screaming his head off about his balls hurting.
Truth (11:59 AM): I’m on my way.
I rolled my eyes.
Of course, Truth was freaking out.
I sighed and walked to Verity, who was now standing a bit away from the car due to the man’s incessant crying.
“You okay?”
She nodded.
EJ leaned over, and I grinned as I took him into my arms.
“You okay, boy?”
EJ nodded his head.
He was nothing like his father. He wasn’t outspoken, but he was very watchful and curious. He loved Verity so much that it hurt to watch sometimes.
Made me realize what my own son had missed growing up with a mother like her.
“Give me a hug, boyo. I have to go deal with the trash.”
EJ gave me a hug, and I handed him back to Verity before giving her a wink. “Nice job. But you might want to take this a little further away. Truth is on his way.”
Verity rolled her eyes, but she did as I said seeing as both of us knew what would happen when he got there.
He was going to blow the fuck up, and Truth didn’t fuck around. When he blew up, he blew up big.
I sighed and turned back to the man whose dick and balls were rolled up in the car window and wondered idly whether or not I should take him out without backup present.
Deciding that that wouldn’t be a good idea since I couldn’t assure myself that the flasher wouldn’t run, I waited until another cruiser showed up on the scene. Tough, an officer that had been with us for going on ten years now, stepped out.
He took one look at the car, saw Verity off to the side, and then burst out in guffaws.
“Shit,” the big black man, one of the best officers we had in the entire state, rubbed his tears away. “I just…I just should’ve known it’d be one of your old ladies. You boys and your girls.”
I didn’t disagree. The entire club was now married. Every man in it had a great woman on the back of their bikes—except me—and all of those women were crazy. Crazy in a good way, but crazy nonetheless.
“Shut it, Tough,” I muttered under my breath. “Get over here and get ready to catch him. I’m fairly sure once blood flow returns to his boys, he’s going to hit his knees. But I’m not one hundred percent certain of it, so be ready if he tries to run.”
Tough gave me a half-hearted salute, then went to stand behind the man.
He didn’t get too close.
Then again, he didn’t need to.
Tough was one fast motherfucker.
He was big, but he also had the speed of an NFL tight end. He might look slow, but goddamn would he ever surprise you.
I’d raced him one time—and one time only—and wound up eating his dust.
Dropping halfway into Verity’s car, I’d just turned the ignition on and reached for the windows when two things happened.
One, Winnie stepped out of her car and started to yell at her daughter. Her daughter that was busy laughing her ass off and taking pictures of the stupid man with his dick and balls stuck in the window.