Page 52 of Lawless

JD always answers his phone. Always.

Even mid-fuck if he knows it’s me, he’ll pick up. Much to the irritation of the woman he’s screwing.

So the fact he isn’t now sets off a million warning bells in my head.

Changing tactics, I find Dev’s number and hit call.

“Hey, you’re through to Dev. I’m too busy hustling to talk to you right now. You know what to do.”

“Fucking asshole,” I mutter, scrolling through my call log to find someone else. Although the chances that he’ll be balls deep in some poor unsuspecting college chick is pretty fucking high.

Scrubbing my hand down my face, I call Ez.

If it were any other time, I’d go for Ellis, but I guarantee he’s either asleep or up working on an assignment. Neither of which he’ll want to be interrupted.

If Ez doesn’t answer then…

“Fucking time do you call this, Bro.” He groans, although something tells me that he’s far from crawling into bed.

“Suck it up. I need you to do something for me.”

“I’m working.”

“Good, you should be.” I growl. “Is Dev with you?”

“Yeah, he’s somewhere. Although I’m not sure if he’s working or playing.”

“Go find him, tell him you’re leaving and head to mine.”

“Where the fuck are you?” he barks, thankfully sounding sober.

“Mexico.”

“Why the fuck are you in Mexico?”

“Not important right now. I need you to go to my place and check on JD?”

“Check on… why? He sick or something?”

“I…” Lifting my hand, I comb my fingers through my hair and tug until it hurts.

“Sir, you need to hang up your phone,” a security officer says when I finally get to the front.

“Shit,” I hiss. “Look, just go over there and make sure he’s—”

“Sir,” the guy growls.

“I’ll call you back in a bit.”

Hanging up, I hold my hands up in defense, all the while glaring at the jerk before moving forward to dump my bag and boots into a tray along with my cell.

The second I have everything on the other side, I hit call again. When it connects, it’s instantly obvious that he’s driving.

“Where are you?”

“Won’t be long,” he says cryptically. “What’s the fucking hurry.”

I shrug, not that he can see it. “Just a hunch.”