I revved the bike to drown out Memphis’ voice.
Mitzy leaned forward and brushed her lips to my ear. “You need to get the hell out of here right now before I lose it and laugh my ass off.”
I nodded and knocked up the kickstand. We rocketed out of the parking lot and in the direction of Mitzy’s house. I checked my rearview mirror and saw Memphis and Raelyn had run to the edge of the road.
“I think they fell for it,” I called.
Mitzy laughed loudly. “You do know we’re horrible people for doing that to them, right?” She pressed her chest to my back, and I felt her body shake with laughter.
“That will teach them for trying to pull a prank on me.”
Mitzy laid her head on my shoulder and sighed. “Take me home, Monk. I don’t think we can top this.”
I reached back and dropped my hand on her thigh. “You got it, woman.”
*
Chapter Twelve
Wow…
Mitzy
“Are you sure you are okay?” Memphis asked.
I held the phone to my ear and laughed. “Yes, Memphis. It was just a joke. Monk wouldn’t lay a hand on me like that.”
“He slapped your ass, Mitzy. I was surprised you didn’t breathe fire and knock his nuts off.”
Under normal circumstances, that was what I would have done, but since I knew Monk was just playing, I was mostly okay with it. When he had first done it, I was ready to grab his balls through his jeans and twist. “I swear to God, I am fine, Memphis.”
“If you say so. Just tell me you want to order a large pepperoni pizza, and I’ll have the police there in five minutes.”
“Goodbye, Memphis,” I cackled. I ended the call and tossed it on the kitchen table.
“What’s so funny?” Monk asked. He was in the living room watching the morning news.
“Have you ever seen where if you call the police and ask to order a pizza that you’re actually asking for help?”
Monk turned to look at me. “What?”
I waved my hand at him and grabbed my coffee cup off the table. “Never mind. Memphis was just trying to be sweet. She still thinks you actually took me against my will yesterday.”
“Serves her right for trying to prank me.” He turned off the TV. “She won’t mess with me anymore unless she wants to look like a fool.”
I rolled my eyes and took a sip of my coffee. “Or you might have just started a prank war between the three of you.”
“You mean the four of us,” Monk clarified. “I think you were a much more active participant in my prank than you were in theirs. You did happen to fall asleep during their prank.”
I shrugged. “You may be right.”
Monk’s phone rang, and he pulled it out of his pocket. “It’s the cops.”
Oh. My heart sank. This was going to be the call that brought me back to reality.
“Hello,” Monk said into the phone. He wandered into the kitchen, and I stayed in the living room. I heard his mumbled voice talk here and there, and then he was back in the living room.
“Fentora,” he stated.
“Um, what?”
He sat down on the couch and put his head in his hands. “You overdosed on Fentora.”
“I don’t even know what that is, Monk.”
Monk sighed, and his eyes connected with mine. “It’s a drug cancer patients take when they become opioid resistant. It’s got Fentanyl in it. You took two pills of Fentora, which should have killed you, Mitzy.”
I didn’t know how to wrap my mind around any of this. “So, it’s not really possible that one of the girls had those pills for themselves, huh?”
Monk shook his head. “If they did, they are a serious user of drugs.”
I grabbed my phone and searched for information on Fentora. While I knew a search on the internet wasn’t the best place to get accurate information, I needed to know more.
Five minutes later, my head was swimming with information. “I don’t…” I looked up from my phone at Monk. “I don’t even know what to think.”
One of the girls might have brought Fentora into the club either for them to take—and I grabbed it by accident—or they had brought it into the club to kill me.
I knew which one it was.
For me to grab it by accident was pretty farfetched.
“You okay?” Monk asked.
Was I okay knowing that I had been drugged and someone wanted me dead? No. But I was going to be fine once I figured out who the hell it was and why they wanted me dead.
“I want to go to the club.”
“You sure about that?” Monk asked. “You could take some time off while the guys and I figure out who drugged you,” he suggested.
I shook my head. Whoever did this to me wasn’t going to send me running into hiding. I was known as a badass bitch, and I was going to let whoever did this to me know they had messed with the wrong person. “I’m not running. I’m gonna go to work and act like nothing happened. It’s only a matter of time until they try something else.”
Monk chuckled. “I have the urge to tell you no, but I know you can handle this.”
“And you also know if you tell me no, I’m just going to still do it anyway,” I pointed out.
He nodded and clicked his tongue. “That is also very true. I figured out pretty quickly that I can’t cage you like an injured bird, Mitzy. You’re gonna fly no matter who tells you that you can’t.”
“So, I’m gonna go get ready for the club, and then we can leave in an hour?” I asked.
“If that’s what you want.”
I nodded. “Yeah. I need to face this head-on, Monk.”
“Well, then go get dolled up, babe, and let’s ride.”
“I do not get dolled up, Monk.”
He looked me up and down. “Well, I’m pretty sure you’re not going to wear pink and yellow pajama pants and a flimsy tank top.”
I looked down at my shirt. “This is not flimsy.” I tugged on the straps. “This thing keeps my boobs in so I don’t wake up with a boob over my shoulder and my gut hanging out.”
He tipped his head to the side. “A boob over your shoulder?” he chuckled.
I knew I had painted quite the picture, but it was the truth. I couldn’t tell you how many times I had gone to sleep and woken up with both of my boobs popped out of my shirt. “You’d have to see it to know what I’m talking about.”
Monk splayed his hands out in front of him. “By all means, show me, babe.”
I flipped him off and shook my head. “Nice try. You stay down here and do biker things, and I’m going to go get dolled up.”
“But I thought you weren’t getting dolled up,” Monk teased.
I headed to the stairs and glanced at him over my shoulder. “I can do whatever I want, Monk.”
He winked and pointed his finger. “That we know, Birdie.”
I laughed at the new nickname. “I like Birdie better than babe,” I confessed.
“Noted, Mitzy. You can be my Birdie, and I’ll be your biker.”
That sounded nice. I didn’t want to be someone’s babe.