I stare at him for a moment, before I throw myself forward, landing against him with an oomph. He rocks back, his arms locking around me. “Hey, now.”
“You’re anidiot.” I thump him in the shoulder, and he yelps. “You could have died! You don’t just run out intodanger, Gray!”
Tears follow hot on the heels of my anger, and Logan gently pulls me back, lifting me up in his arms.
“Can we take her home?” he asks, and Tristan nods. “I’ll get my father. He can deal with Erikkson’s booking in. There’s a cell waiting for him next to Alicia.”
He touches my cheek. “I’ll be right back.”
“Come on, sweetheart.” Logan carries me out of the bathroom, Gray hovering over us, and we move down the hall towards the group gathered.
Erikkson is spewing abuse at Jax, who’s pinning his arms behind his back. A few Justice officers are gathered around them. Jax looks at me.
“I’ll be done soon, Bonded,” he promises. “I’m not trusting anyone else but us and David to handle this piece of shit.”
Erikkson thrashes, but Jax holds him firm, and I wiggle in Logan’s hold. “Put me down.”
His arms tighten around me. “Sienna—,”
“Now, Logan.”
With a reluctant grumble, he sets me carefully onto my feet. I wobble for a second before I launch into action. This man nearly stole my entire future, and I’m not about to let him waltz off into a cell without a little payback.
My heel catches Erikkson straight between the legs, and he folds over with a moan, dropping to his knees and nearly taking Jax with him.
“Asshole,” I hiss. “You slimy, nasty piece ofshit.”
Jax grins savagely. “If I lift him,” he asks, “can Ipleasewatch you do that again?”
I’m about to agree when the main doors spill open, more people heading towards us with raised voices. My lips tilt up. “No need,” I say, grinning at Erikkson.
He blinks at me before a bushel of bronze hair swings in front of me, and I hear a thud.
I peer over Jess’s shoulder. “You brought the knuckleduster?”
She hums, and Jax gapes as Emmett skids to a stop behind her, gaping down at where Erikkson is sprawled out on the floor. “Jess,” he groans. “After the conversation wejusthad—,”
“Are you saying he didn’t deserve it?” Jess demands, and Emmett rolls his eyes.
“It doesn’t have to be one or the other,” he grumbles. He lifts her around the waist. “Stay over here, and for the love of God,pleaseput that thing away before that Justice guy sees it.”
Everyone else arrives in a sudden rush of questions and worry, and Tristan appears next to me, his mouth tilting into a smile.
“Bonded,” he murmurs. “Any idea why he was conscious when I left, but he’s not now?”
“He put up a fight,” Jax calls baldly. He eyes the Justice officers, daring them to disagree with him. “I had to subdue him.”
Tristan’s dad raises his eyebrow as he moves to look down at Erikkson’s prone body. “Well, he’s definitely out. Take him downstairs. Very considerate of him to come straight to our door.”
He looks at me. “Are you alright?”
I nod, sinking back into Logan. My little moment of bravery wavers away, and I start to shake.
“We’re taking you home,” Tristan says. He nods at his dad. “I’ll call tomorrow. Let me know if you need statements.”
David sighs. “I’m sure Milo will insist on it. Make sure they all match up.”
He glances at where Jessalyn is standing with Emmett, and she flushes, but straightens her shoulders. “Nice shot.”
