“Rowdy, what the f**k?” Hunter slammed his hand against the door, looking like he was going to kill Rowdy with his bare hands. Van knew it was quite possible he could do it.
Hunter made a hand gesture to pull over to the side of the road. Placing his fingers to his lips, Hunter mimicked being quiet, then pointed to his ear to listen.
Nodding, Van slid closer to Hunter and waited for Rowdy to continue.
“Dude, it was a f*****g ambush. I know. I didn’t know anything about it until it was too late to warn you. Stimmy is not f*****g around. He will not be taken in this time, man. He thinks I’m working with him, so I had to go with it.”
Hunter and Van looked at each other, knowing he was slinging bullshit.
“Hang on, Hunt.” Whispered heated words were exchanged between Rowdy and someone else
