"Lover At Last" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ward, J.R.)

No details had been given during the phone call; none had been asked for. Blay had taken only a moment to text Saxton, and then heтАЩd thrown on the leather and the steel, ready for anything.

In a way, this was good. Spending the night reading in his room had turned out to be torturous, and though he didnтАЩt want anyone in trouble, at least this pulled him into some activity. Bursting out through the vestibule, heтАФ

Came face-to-face with the BrotherhoodтАЩs flatbed truck.

The thing was kitted out to look authentically human, deliberately painted with red AAA logos and the made-up name of MurphyтАЩs Towing. Fake telephone number. Fake tagline of: тАЬWeтАЩre Always There for You.тАЭ

Bullshit. Unless, of course, the тАЬyouтАЭ was one of the Brotherhood.

Blay hopped up into the passenger seat and found Tohr, not V, behind the wheel. тАЬIs Vishous coming?тАЭ

тАЬItтАЩs you and me, kidтАФheтАЩs still working on the ballistics testing of that bullet.тАЭ

The Brother hit the gas, the diesel engine roaring like a beast, the headlights swinging in a fat circle around the courtyardтАЩs fountain and across the lineup of cars parked wheelbase-to-wheelbase.

Just as Blay checked out the vehicles and did the math about the one that was missing, Tohr said, тАЬItтАЩs Qhuinn and John.тАЭ

BlayтАЩs lids dropped shut for a split second. тАЬWhat happened.тАЭ

тАЬI donтАЩt know much. John called V for an emergency assist.тАЭ The Brother looked over. тАЬAnd you and I are the only ones free.тАЭ

Blay reached for the door handle, ready to pop the thing and dematerialize the fuck out of there. тАЬWhere are theyтАФтАЭ

тАЬCalm down, son. You know the rules. None of us can be out alone, so I need your ass in that seat or IтАЩm violating my own goddamn protocol.тАЭ

Blay slammed his fist into the door, punching hard enough that the sting in his hand cleared his head a little. Fucking Band of Bastards, cramping them allтАФand the fact that the rule made sense just pissed him off even more. Xcor and his boys had proven to be cagey, aggressive, and completely without moralsтАФnot exactly the kind of enemy you wanted to meet up with all by your little lonesome.

But come on.

Blay grabbed his phone, intending to text JohnтАФbut he stopped because he didnтАЩt want the guys distracted by his trying to get details. тАЬIs there anyone who can get to them quick?тАЭ

тАЬV called the others. FightingтАЩs heavy downtown and nobody can break out of it.тАЭ

тАЬGoddamn it.тАЭ

тАЬIтАЩll drive as fast as I can, son.тАЭ

Blay nodded, just so he didnтАЩt come across as rude. тАЬWhere are they and how far?тАЭ

тАЬFifteen to twenty minutes. And out past the тАЩburbs.тАЭ

Shit.

Staring out the window and watching the snow streak by, he told himself that if John was texting, they were alive, and for godsakes, the guy had asked for a tow truck, not an ambulance. For all he knew, they had a flat tire or a broken windshield, and getting hysterical was not going to shorten the distance, decrease the drama, if there was any, or change the outcome.

тАЬSorry if IтАЩm being an ass,тАЭ Blay muttered, as the Brother shot onto the highway.

тАЬYou do not need to apologize for being worried about your boys.тАЭ