Changing Lanes (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 4)

Bristol opened her mouth to argue, but my phone rang.

“You better get that,” she whispered.

I didn’t want to answer it. I didn’t care if the fucking president was calling me. They weren’t more important than Bristol.

I shook my head. “I’m not answering it. We’re talking right now.”

She rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”

The phone stopped ringing, but ten seconds later, it started again.

“Answer the phone, Pie.”

“No,” I grunted. “It’s probably Zig and Zag wanting to go toilet paper King’s house again. I can talk to them in the morning.”

Bristol pushed me off her. “I doubt they would call you twice.” She rolled out of bed to grab the phone, but it stopped ringing before she could grab it.

“I don’t care who it is, Bristol,” I grunted.

Before she could argue with me again, the damn thing was ringing again. She snatched it off the nightstand and connected the call. She pressed it to her ear. “Hello?” she called. She listened and then told whoever it was who she was.

“Hang up the phone, Bristol,” I called.

She shook her head and held up her hand to me. “Uh, where?” she asked.

What the hell was she doing? Where what? “Who is it?” I asked.

“Uh, I’ll make sure he heads that way right now.” Bristol listened for another second and then ended the call. “You needed to get dressed right now,” she shouted at me.

“Wait? What?” I rolled off the bed. “Who the hell was that?” I asked.

“That was Hero. Uh, you need to go to the hospital.” Bristol tossed the phone to me. She snatched her panties off the floor and stepped into them.

“Why am I going to the hospital?” I looked down at my phone and saw I did have three missed calls from Hero.

Bristol pulled her panties up her legs and bent over to grab her bra. “Hero said they just took King to the hospital by ambulance.”

My breath caught, and my stomach dropped to my feet. “What?” I gasped.

She maneuvered her arms into the straps of her bra and reached behind her to fasten it. Then, she grabbed my shirt and tossed it at me. “He doesn’t know exactly what happened. He collapsed and wasn’t conscious.”

My phone dropped to the floor, and I moved. I pulled my shirt on while I bent over and grabbed my pants. “Is he okay?”

“Hero didn’t say. He just said you needed to get to the hospital right away.” She pulled a shirt out of her dresser and drug it over her head.

King was like my uncle. He had been in my life since the day I was born. He had been there the first time I drove a motorcycle. He had been the one to give me my first stiff drink.

King was my uncle. He was my family.

He was my prez.

“I have to go.” My body went into autopilot while my mind raced with every possible thing that could have happened to King. Bristol assisted in finding my clothes and helped pull my cut over my shoulders.

“Be careful,” she whispered. “You don’t want to hurt yourself.”

I didn’t care about myself right now. I just wanted to know how King was. I pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “We’ll continue this conversation later.”

She shook her head. “Just go make sure King is okay.”