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They just took her for a CAT scan.
I’m coming with Rocky.
I had just met Olive half an hour ago, but I knew without a doubt that was the last thing she wanted her mom to do. No. She should be released soon. I will let you know when we are on the way.
If she is not home by three, I am coming there. That was only a couple of hours from now, but I figured we should be on the way by then.
Also, I knew that was not a threat but a promise. 10-4.
I shoved my phone in my pocket and kicked my feet out in front of me. I had talked with Gene, and he said that as long as the results from her tests came back okay, we should be out of here soon. I just hoped that was soon enough for Olive’s mom.
I had texted Smoke asking if they had made it to Faye, but I hadn’t heard back from him yet. My phone buzzed, and I fought back the urge to chuck it across the room when I saw Yarder’s name.
“Yo,” I called into the phone.
“Everything okay there?” Yarder called.
“Don’t know much. She’s banged up, and they are running a bunch of tests. You could have mentioned that she has a kid,” I grunted.
“That a problem for you?” he asked.
“No, but her mother bugging the hell out of me about wanting to come to the hospital is driving me a little crazy.” Chicks with kids were not a problem for me. It was all the unnecessary drama that sometimes came with them.
The most common drama typically came from the dad, but it seemed like Olive was long over her ex.
“You’ll be fine. Unless she still lives with her mom, and then you might have a long couple of weeks in front of you.”
“Couple of weeks?” I grunted. “You really think it is going to take that long to figure out what the hell happened?”
“I don’t know, Cue. Right now, it’s the middle of the night, and we haven’t figured out anything from when I last saw you an hour ago.”
I hadn’t thought they would figure out who blew up the gym yet, but I didn’t think it was going to take weeks to figure it out. “If she lives with her mom, I’m bringing her and her kid to the clubhouse. It’s enough you sticking me with babysitting duty. I’m not dealing with her mom on top of it.”
Yarder chuckled. “Can’t blame you, man. Just let me know what you’re up to and if you need anything.”
“I’m going to need a car, Yarder. I’m pretty sure putting Olive on the back of my bike isn’t the best idea right now.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right. I’ll have Throttle and Compass bring you a car. Keys will be under the floor mat.”
“Thanks.” I ended the call and tossed my phone on Olive’s bed.
A couple of weeks?
Fucking hell.
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