Page 84 of Wild Night

“None,” I state. “Couldn’t even lie about that part. I wish I did, but I can’t figure it out, especially now that there is a woman in the mix.”

He dips his chin in a nod, then rubs his fingers along his jawline. “I didn’t get fucking shit from the footage. I was able to look at the parking lot, the side of the building, and the back. But there was nothing except that I did see the car itself, but the angle was awkward. So I got nothing to define it more. Same description as Bullet gave me, older gold sedan.”

“Fucking great,” I grind out.

Piggy’s hand slides from his chin to run through his hair before he wraps his fingers around the back of his neck. He’s just as irritated, frustrated, and annoyed as I am about this. Hell, as we all are.

“Let me get home and see what the fuck I can figure out,” I grumble as I slide my legs over the side of the bed. They dangle, and my fucking arm is in a cast. I’m annoyed as shit with it. I don’t know how I’m going to go six weeks plus with this shit like this.

Posey makes a noise in the back of her throat, and I shift my attention to her. Smirking in her direction, I jerk my chin slightly. “What?” I ask.

She looks from Piggy to me, then shakes her head a couple of times. She doesn’t want to say what she’s thinking because of Piggy. That would be criticizing me in front of a brother, and she knows that’s a no-no. And if it’s going to possibly start an argument, again, another no.

“It’s okay,” I say.

She presses her lips together as her gaze flicks from Piggy to me again before she speaks.

“I really think you should be resting instead of worrying about this stuff. I think the other guys can help?”

The way she poses it like a question is all I need to know. She really doesn’t want me doing anything when I get home. But at the same time, she doesn’t understand just what the fuck needs to happen for us to find these fucks, and for me to protect her. I don’t say any of that, though.

I just give her a smile, and thankfully, the nurse comes in with discharge papers. The conversation is dropped—for now. But I have a feeling it will come back about the minute Posey realizes we won’t be going home to rest but instead will be on lockdown at the clubhouse.

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

POSEY

The momentI pull the car up to the entrance of the clubhouse, I slam on the brakes. One of the guys was nice enough to bring my car from the house to the hospital so I could drive Justin home. Since I still have no clue where anything is in this town, I trusted him to give me the right directions home.

He did not.

He gave me directions to the clubhouse, and I didn’t know better. What I should have fucking done was put his address into my GPS. Now I’m sitting at a closed entrance gate, gripping the steering wheel of my car so tightly that I have to wonder if it’s going to break apart beneath my hands. I’m not strong enough in any capacity, so it won’t, but if I were, I would shatter it right now.

The gate slowly opens. I’m sure whoever is running it recognizes my car, but I’m so fuming mad, I don’t even care.

“Princess,” Justin calls out.

“I cannot believe you made me drive you here,” I grind out. He chuckles softly, finding this humorous, which only pisses me off even more. “This isn’t funny,” I snap.

Driving forward, against my better judgment, I move the car down the dirt and gravel road on my way to the cement-style building that I know is the main clubhouse. There are bikes parked everywhere, and even a few cars.

Before I am in the actual parking area, Justin reaches out, wraps his fingers around my forearm, and squeezes gently. I want to slap his hand away. But as I press my foot on the brake, stop the car and turn to face him, I can’t do anything that might hurt him.

“The club is on lockdown, which means everyone stays at the clubhouse out of an abundance of caution. I’ve sent my parents on vacation for the same reason. I don’t know if whoever this is has set up something in my house. And I can’t have you there and risk either of you being hurt.”

Either of us.

Me and the baby.

That thought should not make me smile, but it does. I grin at the mention of our new life. His hand leaves my arm, and then I feel the warmth of his palm press against my belly.

“I’m serious, Posey. If I caused harm to either of you, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. It’s bad enough that I almost killed three of my best friends.”

“Youdidn’t almost kill them.”

His hand falls away from my stomach, and he places it in his lap. “I know I didn’t do it, but at the same time, I did very much do it.”

That is that. This conversation is dropped. His focus is straight ahead and nowhere else. I don’t say anything else. I can sense that this is a topic of conversation he’s not ready to delve into any further.

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