Page 39 of Spook’s Honor

HONOR

It’s been a long-ass day, but the boys have been checked over, given fluids and stronger meds. Hopefully their temperatures are finally under control.

There’s a nasty flu going around that they must’ve picked up somewhere. No clue where, considering we’ve barely left the clubhouse.

I’m exhausted as I strap a sleeping Mason into his seat, while Tru does the same with Reed before climbing in, and squeezing herself between the car seat and the door.

“Ugh, you need a bigger car,” she grumbles, as she wedges herself in.

“It’s all that ice cream you’ve been eating.” Janis smirks at Tru from the front seat. “It’s all made its way to your ass.”

Tru glares at her sister and mouths, “Fuck you.”

These two are hilarious. I’ve loved spending time with them. They’ve been a godsend today.

“I’ll think about it,” I promise with a laugh. She’s not wrong. If Spook and I keep this up, I’m going to need a bigger car, because I absolutely plan on having more children.

Closing the back door, I look over at Muppet and Ash, our shadows today.

“We’ll be going straight back to the clubhouse,” I tell them.

They salute and start their bikes, waiting for me to take the lead.

Getting in, I start the engine and ease out onto the main road. Not that it’s busy. It may be bigger than our town, but it’s not a metropolis. I have precious cargo in my vehicle though, so I take it slow and easy. It’s an hour’s drive back; hopefully the boys will continue sleeping and be feeling better by the time we get home.

“Find us some music, Janis,” I say, tapping my finger on the steering wheel as we wait for the traffic light to turn green.

“Sure,” she replies. “As long as you like classic rock.”

I wrinkle my nose at her and shrug. “I don’t care what I listen to. I grew up on classic rock, so that suits me.”

“Classic rock it is.”

Soon we’re rocking along to the beat, heads bouncing. It’s been a smooth drive home, and we’ve only got half an hour to go before we get back to the clubhouse. The boys are fast asleep, and Tru, Janis, and I are singing badly along to the music. It’s keeping me awake, for which I’m grateful. I glance in the side mirror and see a black SUV coming up fast.

I tap my brakes to alert Ash and Muppet; they look over their shoulders.

Ash lifts his arm, and motions for me to go.

I put my foot down. I’ve never been more thankful that we live in the middle of nowhere, and don’t have to contend with a bunch of traffic.

“What’s going on?” Tru asks calmly.

Janis peers in her side mirror. “We’ve got company,” she murmurs. “Coming up fast.”

I keep one eye on the mirror while reaching beneath my seat with the other hand, pulling free the handgun I keep there and settling it in my lap. A deep calm washes over me. I know what I have to do. My father, God rest his soul, went over this kind of situation with me several times.

“Janis, call Axle, Spook, or even Maverick. Explain what’s happening. Make sure they know the boys are safe for now.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I see her doing as I ask. “Tru.”

I meet her gaze in the rear-view mirror, and when I see she’s calm, I continue. “Get in the back and pull up the carpet. There’s a lockbox set in the floor. The combination is forty-four twenty-two. You’ll find a bulletproof jacket, put that over the boys, then grab whatever guns you want for you and Janis.”

While I’m speaking to Tru, I hear Janis relaying the information. I’m going as fast as I safely can. Ash and Muppet are keeping up with me, never leaving my back.

The black SUV is less than a hundred meters away.

I overtake a car and swerve back into my lane. I know before long, someone’s going to report us to the Sheriff. I can only hope he’s a friend of the club.