Cowboy Logic - B.A. Tortuga Page 0,69
feed you.”
“Fuck off, old wom—” The words broke off as his phone started ringing. His heart stopped, and he looked at the screen, praying for Jericho’s name to pop up. What did show up was a random Greenville number, so he answered it. “Yes?”
“Motherfucker.” The dulcet tones of his favorite stalker sounded.
“Ah, my good friend. Are you calling to apologize, asshole?” He had had enough.
“You threatened my daddy, you pigfucker. I’m going to kill you.”
“You think so?” He snorted. “You’re dreaming.”
“I’ll beat you until you can’t stand up, then I’ll stab you to death.”
“With?”
“What?”
Logic rolled his eyes. “Come on, assmonkey, use your fucking imagination. You’re going to stab me with an icepick? A shovel? A long piece of piano wire? You’re boring me.”
“I am going to do it with my bare hands. Stop hiding behind your sister and take it like a man.”
Boom. There it was. His opportunity.
“Bring it on, asshole. I’ll be in Greenville in thirty minutes. Meet me at the Walmart parking lot and you can take your best fucking shot.” He stood up and headed up to get his boots on.
“Where are you going?” Bailey hissed and grabbed his arm.
“I’m going to end this, Sister. Once and for all.” He was going to do exactly what Mal suggested. Let the motherfucker fight with him where the city police had to pick him up.
“Wait!” Bailey tried to hold him, but he broke free, wanting to keep Morrow on the line and pump him up.
“I’m going to kill you,” Morrow threatened.
He shrugged. “You’re going to try. You won’t be the first, you slimy, stalking, limp dicked bottom feeder. If Quint Bellamy couldn’t, you can’t.” Knuckle-dragging asshat. Logic stormed to his rental, slamming himself in so he could drive to Walmart, which seemed to sum this whole shitty mess up. Life and death at the discount store.
Fuck this shit.
He was done.
Jericho’s heart jumped when his phone rang, and he didn’t even look before he answered it. “Hello?”
“You have to help! He’s gone to fight him! You have to help me!” He couldn’t recognize the voice on the phone since it was so upset.
He pulled the phone away from his ear. Bailey’s name was there. “Bailey? What do you mean?” Shit. Shit. “Who’s fighting who?”
“Anderson! Conor called, threatened to kill him, and Anderson left to fight him. Conor will kill him.”
“Where? I’ll bring Travis and Ellie to you.” He would drop them at the end of the drive if he needed to. “Kids! Uncle Logic is in trouble. We need to go to Miss Bailey’s now!”
Ellie was awake already, wandering around in her nightgown. “Daddy?”
“Go get your brother. Now. I have to go.”
She pattered off like a champ. “I’m coming, Bailey. I’ll go after him.” Logic couldn’t go getting hurt, dammit.
“You have to stop him. He’s heartbroken and being stupid. Dave isn’t answering his phone. He’s out on the lake fishing!”
“Heartbroken? Stupid, I believe.” He was going to puke. He ushered Trav and Ellie out, both of them carrying clothes and wearing flip-flops.
“He fucking loves you. Don’t you disrespect that.”
“I love him too. Jesus. I do.” He hadn’t asked Logic to go away forever. He’d just asked for some space, some time to think.
“Good. You go get him, and you fucking save him. Please. He came here for me.”
“I’ve got this.” He hoped. “I have to hang up to drive.”
“I’ll meet Trav and Ellie at the mailbox.” She hung up on him.
Ellie was sniffing. “Uncle Logic?”
“The bad man wants to make trouble, is all. I’m going to get Uncle Logic.”
“I’ll come with you, Dad. I’ll help. I so will.” Travis looked serious.
“No, kiddo. I need you to stay with Miss Bailey in case Morrow is lying and shows up here.” Logic’s PI would handle that, he’d bet, but Travis was a damned good shot. “Remember what I said about the shotgun.”
“Aim low and lead the target,” Travis said immediately.
“Good boy. You have to protect the little ones.” He knew Conor was going to be in Greenville, but he also trusted Bailey with his babies.
“I will.” Travis’s face was set in hard lines. He loved that kid.
“Okay, hop out.” He could see Bailey’s truck speeding to meet them. “Stay out of the lane until she stops.”
“Yessir.”
Ellie looked at him, tears streaking her cheeks. “Make the bad man go to jail, Daddy, please.”
“I will, baby girl. I swear.” This time Morrow was going away. Somehow he would see to it. “I love you. I’ll call.”
“It’s okay, Dad, I have her.” Travis held Ellie’s