Page 12 of Bad Attitude
What. An. Asshole.
Kurt’s complete silence tells me exactly what he thinks too.
Tasha comes back on.“Heli is turning north, in pursuit. Raven, is it on you?”
I don’t even need to check the skies behind me, because I’m not where the chopper is.“Negative.”
“It’s on you then, Diablo. Do you have a plan?”
“Two minutes to the desert. I’ll lose them there.”
I can’t help myself. “You’re going to lose them as the only moving object in a thousand square miles? You’re a fucking idiot.”
“Fuck you,chica. What are they going to catch me with? I have just the bike to get the job done.”
I’d face palm if I wasn’t wearing a lid. ItoldKurt he was going to do this.
He’s screwed, it’s as simple as that. The heli will track him wherever he goes, and the cars don’t need to follow him in. They can simply wait for him to come out. Put up a roadblock as soon as he heads foranything with asphalt.
“Kurt, this is—”
“Enough.”The response cuts through sharp, like he was anticipating me. Fine, whatever.“See you all back tomorrow as scheduled. Good luck. Out.”
That’s it?
The hiss goes quiet in my ear. I still have Dick Face, who I have literally nothing to say to, and Declan, who clearly can’t talk more than once a week, and used up his five-word allocation earlier.
“Why don’t you pull off some of this heat,chica? We’re a team, right?”Kawasaki sounds tense. He’s also breaking up, which suits me just fine. I suddenly love the range limit on these radios.
“Each on their own,”Hale replies.
Wow, he spoke again.
“She owes me, man,”Kawasaki argues.“You seen my face?”
Yep. I did that.
“No,”Hale says coolly.“Has something happened to it?”
“Fuck you, man. Get her to help me. You’re south, she’s north, she can take some of this.”
Actually, I’m now way the hell out east, nothing in my mirrors. I pulled Lou into this for no reason, but I don’t care. It’s still the safest plan. I drop my speed down to forty-five, blend with the traffic, and start looking for my turn.
“She’s taking nothing,”Hale bites out.“Stay on your own route, Genesis.”
The fuck gives him the right to call me that?
It’s your name.
Sonot the point.
Great. He’s got me arguing with myself.
“Chica, you come help me out, I’ll feed you my cock nice and slow. I know you want it.”
That supposed to be an incentive? I almost barf into my lid.
“The only action in your future is as a prison bitch,”Hale growls, radio crackling with every word. He’s almost out of range.“So shut up and ride.”
