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Bishop pulled on his helmet. “I sent Cain a text to meet us with some weapons, just in case. But if we move now, I think we can catch him and get things done quietly.”
That was what this needed to be.
Quiet.
That’s what we’d just agreed to.
“Technically, if I kill a person in the forest,” Whip started, mounting his ride. “And there’s no one around to see or hear it, did I actually kill someone?”
It was a dumb question, but one that I already knew the answer to.
“I guess we’re about to find out.”
Chapter Thirty-Five
DARCY
The sharp, sudden pain returning to my head forced a low groan from my mouth, and the darkness slowly began to retreat. The leather interior of the car door was the first thing to come into focus as I fought to open my eyes. My head was crooked strangely, my face pressed to the window, and my hair hanging across it, tickling my nose and lips.
Unconsciously, I reached up, sweeping it away and pressing my palm to my temple, sucking in a sharp breath when the soft touch felt like someone taking an axe to my brain.
“She’s finally awake,” Parker scoffed loudly, the sound of his voice cutting through the rumble of the road. I couldn’t see him, but I could feel him behind me. “Rafe and I were taking bets on whether I’d killed you.”
I flinched, squeezing my eyes shut for a second before daring to open them again and sit myself upright, leaning my head back against the headrest of the passenger seat.
The car was moving, trees and vehicles blurring past the window.
We were on the highway.
Not in the city anymore.
I tilted my head the other way, finding Rafe in the driver’s seat, his hands clenched tightly around the steering wheel, his eyes staring ahead. “You all right, Darcy?” he asked quietly, the muscle in his jaw ticking as he glanced up into the rear vision mirror, then back to the road. “You were out for a while.”
“Mmm… I think so. Where…” I mumbled, but my mouth was dry and cottony. I cleared my throat and tried again. “Where are we g-going?”
“G-going,” Parker mocked, snorting in amusement. “We’re going to my family’s cabin upstate. It’s isolated and private, and we can finally talk about things and work on our relationship without all these people interfering.”
Those words alone started a fresh ringing in my head—one that sounded a lot less like a burst eardrum, and closer to alarm bells. The air felt like it was getting thicker, making it hard to catch my breath.
Isolated.
Private.
Somewhere, no one will hear me scream.
I gagged, and my mouth quickly filled with saliva. Leaning forward, I spread my legs, fighting several waves of nausea. One after another, my body bowed like a demon was being dragged from the depths of my stomach as I gagged and dry heaved.
But nothing spilled out.
“You know I hate vomit, Darcy. Don’t fucking puke in this car,” Parker warned, slamming his hand against my seat. “Don’t you dare.”
I coughed, almost choking on my own spit as I forced myself to sit up again.
Jesus Christ, I’d forgotten what a princess he was about body fluids.
“Maybe you should have thought about that before you hit her in the head and gave her a fucking concussion,” Rafe snapped, his eyes flickering between me and the road, trying to see if I was okay. “The hell is wrong with you?”
“What’s wrong with me?” Parker roared, sitting forward and leaning between the two front seats. He raised his gun, pressing the cold muzzle to Rafe’s throat. “Why is the woman always the victim? Why is it always…What’s wrong with Parker? Why does he act like that?”
