Crash (Evil Dead MC 2)

“Yes, and Cole, listen to her, okay?”

Now he really was starting to get a bad feeling. “Put her on,” he said, his voice low and commanding. A moment later, Shannon’s voice came on the line.

“Cole?” She sounded shaky.

“Shannon, what’s going on?”

“I need your help.”

“With what?”

“Umm…”

“Spit it out, Shannon.”

“My ex-boyfriend is stalking me.”

Concern for Angel knifed through him. “He following you?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.” Cole could imagine her checking her rearview mirrors.

“And you led him to my wife’s place of work? What the fuck, babe?”

“I didn’t think he’d get suspicious of me going to a Porsche dealership. I’ve been thinking of trading in my Mercedes. But I think he’s tracking my phone calls. I didn’t want a call to you to show up on my phone. This was the only way I could think of to contact you.”

“And what am I supposed to do for you? If this guy is bothering you, you should go to the police, Shannon.”

“I can’t. He said he’d hurt me if I do.”

“Again, Shannon, not sure what you want me to do for you.” The last thing he wanted was to take on her problems, especially if it meant putting his family on this guy’s radar.

“Please, Cole. Could you just meet me? Let me explain?”

Cole huffed out a breath. He could hear Shannon breaking down in sobs. A moment later, Angel was back on the line.

“Cole, please. At least meet with her. She’s a wreck, baby.”

He swore under his breath. “All right, fine. I’ll meet with her. But I’m not promising anything more.”

“Thank you, baby.”

“Angel, listen to me carefully. You tell her to meet me at Marty’s, 4pm tomorrow. She’ll remember the place. Tell her if she’s worried he’s tracking her, he’s probably tracking the GPS on her car. Her phone, too. She’s got to dump both of them.”

“They can do that?”

“Yeah, babe. As the saying goes, ‘there’s an App for that’.”

“All right, I’ll tell her.”

“If she really wants to get away from this guy, she’s gonna have to disappear for a while. Tell her to get as much cash as she can out of the bank without raising suspicions. For her, I’m betting that’s a lot.”

“Okay. Anything else?”

“Yeah, Mama. Get your sweet ass back to the dealership, and stay there. She needs to leave. And no more test drives today. Got me?”

“Okay, honey. Love you.”

“Love you, too, Mama. Gotta go.”