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"We're leaving," Cross threw over his shoulder, half-dragging me out. Again.
"I drove you here! How are you going to leave?"
"I'll fucking think of something," Cross clipped back, opening the door and guiding me past him. He fell in step behind me, his hand firmly planted at the small of my back. He knew I wanted to fight.
"Let me go back in there."
"No." He moved around me, taking my hand. I couldn't break free from his hold even if I'd wanted to. He took me to the truck and reached into the open back. Finding the extra key Jordan always kept clipped there, hidden from sight, he opened the door. He grabbed some water, some cash from the stash in Jordan's console, and closed it back up.
He was putting the extra key back when we heard the bells ringing from the restaurant door.
Zellman came toward us, his hands stuffed in his pockets and his skinny shoulders slouched forward.
Cross moved ahead of me and rolled his shoulders back. "Stop, Z. He crossed the line, and you know it."
Zellman held his hands up, his palms toward us. "I know. I'm not here to defend him. I'm coming with you."
Cross and I shared a look.
"Are you sure?" I breathed.
He was choosing us.
