Page 75 of Retribution
“Anytime, bro.” Cobra gripped Brute’s shoulder. “I’m always just a phone call away.”
“We should get going,” Breaker said as he walked into the room. “Give us your keys, dude, and I’ll ride your bike back here. Then we gotta take off.”
“I can get it later,” Cobra said.
Breaker tilted his head toward Dakota. “You gotta take care of your woman.”
Cobra nodded and tossed the keys to him. “Thanks, bro.”
Breaker lifted his chin and ambled out of the room with Brute following behind him.
Cobra dragged a chair over to the bed then plopped down in it. He clasped one of Dakota’s small hands in his own and kissed the back of it, closing his eyes and praying for the first time since he was a kid that she’d open her brown eyes and call him a stupid motherfucker for being so damn late in saving her ass.
