“But—”
“Reese. Fuckin’ A. No fuckin’ arguments right now. Just listen or stay here.”
With a nod, she slipped off her shoes and followed quickly on his heels.
“Call your sister, find out what the fuck’s goin’ on. Hear me?”
“Yes.”
“Put her on speaker. I need to know what went down. Or what’s still goin’ down.”
He locked the front door, ignoring the whines of the dogs being left behind.
He didn’t want to worry about them, also. Having Reese along while dealing with Warren would be more than enough. Though, the dogs listened way better than the blonde sitting shotgun in his truck.
He got that it was her instinct to argue. It was what made her a damn good lawyer, but now was not the time.
Not with her sister’s safety on the line.
Chapter Nineteen
Hearing her sister’s voice through the phone’s speaker should have settled her nerves, but instead it made her more anxious, especially when Reilly was speaking so fast.
“Dutch was out picking up pizza. Rev was out on a test drive. I don’t know where Cage disappeared to. The only ones here were Whip and Rook.”
Deacon growled from the driver’s seat as he drove like a maniac from one end of town, where his bail bonds business was located, to the other, where Dutch’s Garage was.
He was driving so crazily, Reese had to hold the phone in her lap with one hand to avoid it going airborne, while she gripped the handle above the passenger door, so she didn’t go airborne, either.
His Ford’s engine was screaming as he dodged traffic. She was surprised he didn’t have cops chasing him yet.
“Judge there?” Deacon yelled.
“No.”
“You okay?” Reese asked, her heart in her throat and her stomach twisted.
If anything happened to Reilly...
“I’m just... Yes, I’m okay.” Her sister might be in one piece but her voice shook as much as Reese’s fingers.
“Where’s he at?” Deacon asked.
“Who?” Reilly asked.
“Warren!” He shouted. “Christ!”
“I don’t know. Whip shoved me into the office and told me to stay there.”
“Can you see anythin’ from inside the office?”
“No.”
“Can you hear anythin’?”
“No.”
“Fuck,” he muttered.
“Do you want me to go out and check?”
“No!” Reese shouted before Deacon could. “You stay put. It’s important you listen.”
Deacon shot her a side glance, then shook his head.
She bugged out her eyes at him.
“How do you know it was him?” Deacon asked. The tires chirped slightly as he took a corner too fast.
“I saw him.”
“From a distance?” he asked.
Please say from a distance.
“No. I got a weird phone call about some car part I never heard of. I had no idea what the guy was talking about, so I went to ask Whip, who was out back in the yard searching for a taillight or something. When I walked out...” She just stopped speaking.
“When you walked out what?” Reese prodded, her stomach now doing flips, and not from Deacon’s driving.
“I didn’t see him. I didn’t see it coming.”
“See what coming?” Reese asked, panic clawing up her throat.
“The baseball bat.”
“What?” Reese screamed over Deacon’s searing curse. “Are you hurt?”
“Luckily, Rook was hiding out back smoking... you know... and must have spotted him first. He tackled Billy and the bat just barely skimmed my head.”
“It did what?” Reese shrieked. Barely skimmed her head?
“Yeah, he tried to hit a home run, but Rook took him down before he could make solid contact.”
“Holy shit! Do you need to go to the hospital?”
Deacon reached over, squeezed her knee and murmured, “Reese, keep your shit together.”
Right! Freaking out over her sister’s head almost being smashed in by a baseball bat wielded by a psycho motherfucker wouldn’t do any good.
Got it.
She’d keep that in mind for next time.
“When Rook got him down to the ground, Whip grabbed me, shoved me inside and into the office. And then I don’t know what happened after that.”
“Fuck,” Deacon muttered again. “Stay put. We’re rollin’ up now.”
Reese glanced out the windshield to see he was pulling into the front lot of Dutch’s Garage.
Before he even rolled the truck to a stop, he ordered, “Stay in the fuckin’ truck with the doors locked ‘til I see what’s goin’ on first. I’ll get you once it’s safe.”
She only stared at him. He was crazy if he thought she was just going sit in the truck while her sister was inside.
But she kept her mouth shut.
He sighed as he parked the truck, shut it down and hopped out. “Stay here,” he ordered again. “And lock the doors.”
He slammed the driver’s side door shut and jogged into one of the open garage bays. Reese’s gaze sliced through the lot and spotted Judge’s bike parked in front of the office. There were other cars, trucks and bikes in the lot, too. She had no idea if any of them were Billy’s or just customers.
Her heart was pounding so hard she could hear the thump in her ears. She stared at the front window of the office, hoping to see her sister, but she couldn’t see anything.