Page 95 of Surrender
“I appreciate that,” I answered, forcing a smile.
Dane pressed his hand to my back, nudging me toward the door.
“You did good,” he murmured. “Nate’s gonna be proud of you for handling yourself.”
We stepped out into the hall, my body feeling like it was on autopilot as we trudged slowly, pushing through the doors at the other end to the elevator.
When it dinged at the ground floor, the doors opened, and we were back in the waiting room by the front desk. A waiting room scattered with leather and denim.
Bishop spotted us first, pushing out of his seat and meeting us off to the side. “You good?” he asked with a worried brow.
I nodded. “Yeah. They saw the times. The detective said Nate should be out soon.”
“Carrington lost his shit,” Dane added, as if that were the more important part of the story. “I wouldn’t be surprised if they launch an investigation into how he acted just then in front of one of the station’s lead detectives.”
Bishop lowered his voice. “Carrington better hope they do something about it before Blue does it for them.”
Hawk walked over, tucking his cell into his pocket. “Rafe’s pulling the car around front to take you back to the clubhouse.”
“No, I don’t want to—”
“This is coming from Blue, Darcy,” Hawk said with a tight, apologetic smile. “Sorry, I gotta respect my brother’s orders to get you back to the clubhouse and away from that asshole while he’s floating around here.”
I glanced back over my shoulder, wanting to stay and wait for him.
To wrap my damn arms around him and tell him I was sorry about Roxie.
But that could all be done later.
For now, everyone was trying to get me somewhere safe so Nate didn’t have to worry while he was sitting up there.
“Okay,” I said with a nod, and like that, Dane passed me off to Nate’s brothers like a piece of precious cargo.
“I’m gonna grab my ride from out back,” Hawk announced, splitting off from Bishop and me as we headed for the front of the building. “I’ll catch up and follow you back to the clubhouse.”
Bishop walked all the way with me, out the front doors and down the steps to where Rafe was waiting in a large blacked-out SUV. The club president pulled the door open for me and held it as I climbed inside, and I couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Don’t tell Shay,” he said with a smirk. “She’ll expect it all the fucking time.”
“My lips are sealed,” I replied with a grin, more amused because all these men might be rough and fucking ready, but I’d never seen any of them be anything but gentlemen.
He pushed the door closed, and Rafe pulled away from the curb.
“You—”
“If you ask me ifI’m all good…” I warned, fighting a smile. “I’m fine.”
The corner of his mouth twitched, and he shook his head. “Actually, I was gonna say, you look like shit. But that’s good to know.”
“Wow,” I shot back, just as we pulled up to a set of lights. “Way to kick me while I’m d—”
The rear door of the SUV opened suddenly.
I spun around just in time to see a glint of metal swinging toward me.
Crack.
The pain took over.
