Page 61 of Swan

“Come out here.”

We all screamed when the main door was thrown open and hit the wall.

“Leave.” The voice was rough. Clipped. Drake.

My heart jumped up into my throat.

“Who are you?—”

A loud whistle sounded around the room. “Bitch, he said leave.” Texas was there.

They scrambled outside, and I heard more voices.

“Birdy?” Drake called.

I planted my feet on the floor, unlocked the door, and pulled it free before I flew into Drake’s arms.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I muttered over and over, gripping his club vest and pushing my forehead into his chest.

When had he gotten so tall?

Idiot, that doesn’t matter now.

What did was that I’d involved them when I shouldn’t have. But I couldn’t handle those women. I didn’t want to be recorded.

And family leaned on each other.

Maya was my family.

So were Drake and Texas.

They were club.

They were safe. Here.

They would take care of me.

I didn’t have to be embarrassed, even though I was. I could breathe and relax.

I’m safe.

“You’ve got nothin’ to be sorry for,” Drake said, running a hand up under my hair to cup the back of my neck and gently squeeze.

Another hand landed on my shoulder. “No stress, Swan,” Texas said. “We’ll always come to help.”

“I shouldn’t need help,” I told them softly.

“They were arseholes for crowding you. Intimidating you,” Maya said. I rolled my head to the side and saw her standing next to her brother.

“Are they gone?”

“Coyote, Hex, and Cowboy are getting them away. We’re good to go.”

Nodding, I unglued my fingers from Drake and took a step back. My face warmed as I stared down at the floor.

Fingers touched under my chin. I raised my head to see Drake’s warm smile. He tapped my nose and then curled an arm around my shoulders.

“Let’s get you home.”

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