Lay it on the Line : The Good Samaritan book two

21

CHAPTER 21

"Cause I'm back in black...I'M BACK IN BLACKKKK" JJ hit the high notes and sang along to the radio. Nate shook his leg out of aggravation, looking out of the window, he tried to remain sane from Johnny's singing. Paige, she was stuck right beside him, each note her teeth grinded into each other. Finally, she had enough and changed the station to pop radio.

JJ stopped singing for a moment. He listened to it as he watched the road and then started to sing with it.

"My my my poker face my poker face ohhhhh." Paige quickly changed the station again. She didn't enjoy the horrible singing, but the silence would be worse. Hopefully she could find a radio station or music he didn't know. She landed on country and looked at JJ who instantly started singing.

"Might be a little dust on the bottle, but don't let it fool you..." he drummed the steering wheel and Paige turned the station again. She heard Nate mumble something but couldn't hear him over the Cajun's singing. Paige finally just turned the radio off.

"Do you know every song on the radio?" she asked in an aggravated tone, glancing over at JJ. JJ smiled tilted his head down peering over his dark aviator glasses to look at her.

"My head is filled with song lyrics and movie quotes..." JJ was telling half the truth, the other half was that the music and singing, kept the voices in his head quiet. JJ turned his head back to watch the road.

"Plus, I do a lot of driving sha, I can't just sit and brood like mister serious over there." he pointed with his thumb at Nate.

"Silence is better than your singing that's for darn sure." Nate sat up and glared at JJ.

Paige sat back on the seat and just shook her head.

"Well, I rather be tone death then a butt hole." JJ laughed a bit.

"A butt hole? What are we, five?..." Nate sat up and turned completely around to face JJ. Paige could tell he was about to explode. His bronze skin flushed with a slight red color.

"You have some nerve! You blew up a whole night club just to get to me." Nate spoke up louder.

Paige just stared at the green, gold, and purple mardi gras bead hanging from the rearview mirror. She tried to take her mind off of the two idiots arguing.

"That's because you're not the easiest person to catch alive, and you were worth more alive to me." JJ yelled back.

"But, hurting innocent people in the process?" Nate yelled back.

"Innocent? Innocent?! Those people in there were drunks, druggies and whatever else! They would down a keg and get in their cars and drive and kill innocent people. I know! I was a cop for almost ten years. I held a little kid's brain in my hands as he lay dying in the backseat because of a drunk driver. You have the nerve! You belonged to the same organization I did Mr. Wrathful Bull! As I remember, your hands are just as stained as mine, so stop calling me a black pot!"

"Pot?" Was all Nate could say.

"Yeah, you're the pot, calling the kettle black, you know the saying! Don't act stupid." JJ hissed.

"Oh, I'm stupid now?" Nate growled.

"Compared to you, Cajun, I'm a rocket scientist..." Nate went to continue fussing, but Paige finally intervened.

"OK! ENOUGH!" she yelled over Nate.

JJ watched the road fuming. JJ was highly pissed off at Nate's hypocrisy. Paige was glad because the constant yelling in her ears, was giving her a headache.