Page 35 of Griz's Edge

“Yeah,” I agree.

We had plans for the evening at her place, but those won’t be happening now, not after this shit.

Marley needs to rest. I’m sure she’ll protest, but to rest, she needs to be in the safest place she can be. Right now, that’s gonna be at the clubhouse surrounded by men who can watch out for her. I already know she’s not gonna like it. One thing I’ve figured out about my woman is she’s very independent.

“Soon as Sniper gets here, I’m taking her to the clubhouse. Let the cops know they can talk to her there.” I wasn’t about tolet them talk to her on the side of the road while her car sat there charred.

My brothers nod, and I move away from them, making my way to Marley just in time to hear her snap at the paramedic that she didn’t need to go to the hospital. She was fine. At least that’s what she was telling them. I could see the truth in her expression. She was in shock. I couldn’t blame her for it either.

It was just my luck that we’d been coming back and decided to take the way we did to the clubhouse. After having been out handling club business, I’d been more than ready to get back and then get to her place. If it hadn’t been for the smoke that caught our attention and we wanted to check it out, we’d have turned around went to the clubhouse a different way.

I’m not one to believe in higher powers or anything like that, but even I gotta admit fate stepped in on this one.

“Scorn will keep an eye on her,” I tell the paramedic. Being that both he and Torch were volunteer firefighters, they have the skills to know what to look for. “If anything happens, we’ll get Marley to the hospital, deal?”

“Guess it’ll work,” the paramedic gripes and walks off.

Turning fully to Marley, I wrap an arm around her waist and hold tight. “Come on, sweets, let’s get you out of here.”

Nodding, she doesn’t say anything but rather lays her head against my shoulder. Instead of letting her walk, I scoop her in my arms and carry her away from the wreckage toward where my brothers were waiting. I notice immediately that Sniper has already made it along with Blow and Nines.

“Keys?” Sniper stretches a hand out, holding a set in his hands.

“Appreciate it,” I tell him and make my way past him and the others. “Need to get her out of here and to the clubhouse.”

“Why are you taking me to the clubhouse?” Marley murmurs quietly.

“Scorn can’t keep an eye on you if you aren’t at the clubhouse, baby. And until the car cools off enough to look it over and figure out what caused the explosion, I’d prefer you to be where no one can get to you.”

“Okay,” she relents without an argument. This was good cause I didn’t want to argue with her about her safety.

Not bothering to look around at anyone in the crowd that had gathered, I carry Marley away, more than ready to get her out of here. My brothers could handle watching the crowd for anything or one that might spark an interest into who could have been behind this.

“Adams is going to come to the clubhouse in a bit after we get the car towed to the garage. He wants to look at it first.” Blow states, walking next to me. “I think I might follow and take a look at it myself.”

“You do let me know what you find.”

“My car started making a funny noise,” Marley whispers, lifting her head marginally from my shoulder. “I pulled to the side of the road and just popped the hood and got out when it happened.”

So, that’s how she survived it. She noticed something off and stopped on the side of the road to check it out.

Fucking hell. My woman saved her own damn life just by being observant.

“You need to let your grandma know you’re okay,” Sniper grunts, speaking directly to Marley.

“She shouldn’t know anything about this so soon.”

Sweet Marley. She doesn’t know how fast word travels around here. Her grandma probably got the call within minutes of it happening.

“I’ll swing by there and let her know,” Shiner grunts. “I need to go by there any way to pick up the caramel clusters she made for Milo’s birthday.”

“Damn woman and her sweets.” Lucky chuckles. “The woman makes a batch of her cookies for Chelsea every damn week, and my woman won’t even give me one.”

“Maybe if you’re nice enough to her and say please, Grandma Ryan will make you your own batch.”

Chuckling at Marley’s statement, I make it to Sniper’s truck. Scorn reaches around and opens the passenger-side door for us. I step around him and set my woman inside. Without a word, I buckle her in and move back, closing the door and sealing her safely in the confines of the truck.

Taking a breath, I twist to face my brothers. “I’m gonna get her to the clubhouse. I need someone to go by her place and pick up some things for her. I know she’s gonna want some of her work stuff and clothes.”

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