“Where’s Storm?” A loud growly voice yelled. “Storm!”
“Who’s yelling for me?” I stopped, turning around.
Dodge appeared, chest heaving and hands fisted. He looked ready to kill.
“What do you want?” I barked at him.
“I need to talk to you and Track.”
“Gonna have to wait.” I continued down the hallway.
“Now, goddammit! We talk now!”
I turned on my heel, sneering. “Excuse me, motherfucker?”
“In private,” Dodge demanded.
“Boy, you are lucky you’re Track’s cousin, or I would beat your face into a bloody pulp.” I was barely hanging on by a thread.
Dodge exhaled a labored breath. “It’s important… about Emilee.”
I grabbed Dodge by the arm and jerked him to the side, and hollered for Track. Dodge’s breathing was about as erratic as mine. We stared at each other, waiting for Track.
“What?” Track entered the hallway. When he saw his cousin in my grasp, he scowled. “What’s going on?”
“Your cousin here has important information about Emilee. He wanted to talk to you and me.” I bore my gaze into Dodge.
Track crossed his arms over his chest. “Spill it, Danny.”
“Dodge,” he hissed.
“Boy, say what you gotta say, or I’ll beat your ass myself.” Track got in his cousin’s face. “I don’t have time for your punk-ass shit.”
“Emilee is my girl,” Dodge blurted.
“Come again?” Track shoved him in the chest.
Dodge squared his shoulders as if ready to fight. “You heard me, Emilee ismygirl. I need to help find her.”
“You will be where I say you’ll be,prospect,” I cut in. Who did this punk-ass kid think he was?
Dodge faced me. “No Prez, she’s carrying my baby. I need to help find her… them.”
Track scrubbed his hand over his cheek. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. You have got to be kidding me.” He slapped Dodge upside the head. “If her dad finds out, no one will be able to save your ass. Not even the prez here.”
Dodge stood firm against us. “I don’t need saving, cuz. I need to find my woman.”
“She ain’t a woman. She’s a girl. A nineteen-year-old girl, and you got her pregnant?” Track pinched the bridge of his nose. “Justin is going to kill you. Then chop you in pieces and feed your worthless ass to the fish.”
“Enough,” I shouted through gritted teeth. “I don’t have the patience for this drama. You can stay,” I told Dodge. “But you better listen to the orders because if you screw up and endangermywoman, I’ll cut your balls off and shove them up your ass. You get me?”
“Yeah, Prez. I get you.”
“How far along is she?” I asked, unsure if I wanted to know. But it made me think about Madeline. Dammit. My stomach tightened.
Dodge’s face softened a little. “Just found out before the barbecue. Five weeks.”
“Sonofabitch,” Track hissed. “What was it, a one-night stand?”