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Pris took charge. “Call them, but it might not be soon enough. Scarsville is thirty minutes away.” She pointed at Callie. “Make her stay here until I get back.” Pris left the bathroom.
The other girls were quiet, looking at me like I had the answers.
I fucking didn’t. “It’s over. I’m going to have to go back with him.” I’d failed.
CHAPTER43
Boone
My phone rang.It was Pris. I declined the call.
But when it rang a second time right away, I answered. Ignoring my sister never provided anything more than temporary relief, and it always pissed her off.
“Quick. You gotta get over here,” she said rapidly.
With her, almost anything could constitute an emergency, and if she wasn’t in the hospital, it could wait. “Okay. When I can. I’m a little busy now.” My priority was to figure out what I should say to Angela to change her mind.
“Marshmallow.”
Her single word was a gut punch that made me immediately grab my keys and run for the door. “Where are you and what’s wrong?”
Marshmallowwas our family code word for danger. I burned rubber backing out of the parking space.
“We’re at The Peanut Barrel. Angela’s douche ex of a boyfriend is showing up, and she’s super scared of him. But she’s going to leave with him if we don’t do something.”
I sped out of the lot. “Who else is with you?”
“It’s girls’ night. Callie, Jordan, and Anna,” Pris answered.
Fucking great, only girls, and none of my brothers to back me up.
I hadn’t seen Jordan in action, but as a deputy sheriff, she had to have some capabilities. Too bad she was off duty. We could have used her Taser if this guy got too angry when I told him to fucking leave. Sonya had a bat behind the bar, but I didn’t want to resort to that.
“I’m on the way. Are you in a safe place?”
“We’ll be in the bathroom. He hasn’t seen us yet.”
This had to be bad, because on any normal day, Pris wouldn’t need me and definitely wouldn’t be hiding in a bathroom. She’d kick the guy’s balls all the way up his throat and take care of the problem herself.
“What’s this douchebag look like?
“Just a minute. Let me ask.” After a moment Pris repeated the question, and Angela answered. “Big guy, shaved head.”
“Hang on until I get there, and get Case and Waylon there as soon as you can.”
“I’ll call, but they’re in Scarsville tonight.”
Shit. I’d forgotten about the poker game. That was a half hour away. This was going to be all up to me.
I only slowed somewhat for the stop sign. I couldn’t let anything happen to Angela. She might not want me, but she sure as hell wasn’t going with him. What if he was here to punish her for leaving? I punched the gas harder.
I took the next corner fast enough to scare myself, but it was the only speed I had currently. I wasn’t the only one scared. Winnie Sanders jumped back from the curb and shouted something at me with a raised hand—probably not friendly.
Skidding to a stop in the parking lot, I flew toward the door, and slowed to a walk when I reached it—no need to telegraph that the cavalry had arrived.
Pulling out my phone, I called Pris back and pulled open the door. “I’m here.”
A few glances came my way as the door shut behind me, but only for a second, and all from people I recognized. Callie was by the corner pool table. I didn’t see anyone with a shaved head who I didn’t know.
