Page 156 of All That Glitters


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“Delphi?” she whispers.

I ease her down and tug her to me as others gather around. “Brace yourself, baby. It’s bad.” She nods, biting her lip. “She has a fractured skull and a brain bleed. She’s in surgery right now. I know at least one of her arms are broken from the angle it was at.”

She buries her head against my chest and cries into my T-shirt.

“Things go okay with the police?” Havoc questions.

“Yeah, they might call me back, and they want to talk to Kruger and Del when she wakes up. But for now, it’s good. Did they question Legs?”

“Yeah, I was with her the whole time though.”

I nod before I remember the prospect. “Powers?”

“Awake and pissed. He has a concussion, but he’ll live. He was pistol-whipped on the back of the head while he was on the phone. He’s blaming himself.”

“Nothing he could have done, so tell him to stop with that bullshit. Delphi wasn’t going to risk Legs for anyone.”

I look around the room and see most people are here. “Legs fill you in on what happened?”

“Yeah. Fucking Kiki. It was smart crashing her car like that. It made us look at her as a victim instead of a suspect,” G grunts.

“How the fuck did she hide how nuts she was?”

“I’m not sure she did. Us girls knew she wasn’t quite right in the head, but then neither are half the brothers,” Nevaeh admits. “I think you guys missed it because nobody spends much time getting to know the club girls, beyond Legs and Lil.”

“She admitted she was the one who fucked with my apartment.” Leg turns in my arms as she speaks.

“Wait, she was the one who stole your underwear?” Amity grimaces.

“Maybe to misdirect us. After all, we all naturally assumed it was a man until the poisoning. She pretty much copped to Del’s attack, as well as the club girls.”

“Glad the bitch is dead,” Crane snarls, taking a swig of his beer.

“We need to talk about Delphi. I know some of you were divided, unsure what to believe. But she just saved Legs and me, and might die for her efforts. She didn’t have to do that. I’d already gotten Legs free from the grenade. She could have taken her and escaped. She took my place instead,” I hiss, still so fucking pissed at her. And relieved.

“We’ll make amends. I think it’s time I got the full story of what happened from her lips instead of other people’s minds,” Havoc states as Neveah leans into him, smiling.

“I wasn’t here when shit when down, so it’s hard to comment without sounding like a prick. But I think somewhere along the way, you all fucked up. I’m not laying blame at anyone’s feet. What you all went through was beyond horrific. But if I’ve learned anything from what went down with Lola, it’s that there is always more to the story than what’s on the surface.”

“Agreed,” a somber-looking Mac says before drinking down a full glass of whiskey. It looks like it’s going to be one of those nights.

I smooth the hair back from Legs’s face and tip her chin up.

“Wanna crash here tonight?”

She nods, looking relieved. “I don’t think I can go back there.”

“Then we won’t.”

She nods, thinking I’m talking about tonight, but I’m not. I’ll get a prospect to pack up our shit and bring it over to the new place. Like fuck will I take her anywhere that might cause her any more pain.

I lift my head when I see movement out of the corner of my eye and spot Powers heading our way.

“I’m so fucking sorry, man.”

I yank him in for a quick slap on the back. “Get it out of your head. It happens. There was fuck-all you could do about it anyway.”

“I could have tried—” he starts, but Legs cuts him off.