Before I can call her back, the phone rings in my hand. It’s Havoc, so as much as I want to send it to voicemail, I don’t. I answer with the intention of getting him off the line when he speaks.
“Delphi’s okay.”
“What? What do you mean, she’s okay? What’s going on?”
“I don’t have all the details yet, just that Del’s okay, but Theo is hurt. Head to the trailer. I’m five minutes out.”
I stare at the phone when he hangs up, cursing that we took the fucking meeting here instead of at the offices. Even if I speed the whole way home, it’s still going to take me forty-five minutes.
With a curse, I dial Delphi. She answers after two rings. “Delphi? What happened?”
“Theo’s hurt,” she tells me quietly as I climb on my bike and shove my helmet on, switching the phone over to Bluetooth so I can ride and talk at the same time.
“How bad?”
“Bad. If the guys don’t get here soon, I’m going to have to call an ambulance. I might get arrested, though.”
“What? Back up. Why would you get arrested?”
“I might have beat the shit out of Josh with a tire iron,” she admits as I grip the handlebars harder than necessary.
“That won’t happen. Havoc is a few minutes out. He’ll take care of everything.”
“Okay.” She’s quiet. So fucking quiet for a minute, I wonder if she’s having a seizure until I hear her whispered voice.
“He hurt Theo, Kruger. He hurt our boy.”
Our boy. Somewhere along the way, the stray became a fundamental part of our family. If he doesn’t make it…
“He’s strong. He’ll get through this. Never will that asshole lay a single hand on him again. You tell Theo that from me, okay?”
“I’ll tell him.”
I hear commotion in the background and panic for a second until I recognize Havoc’s voice.
“Havoc’s here. I have to go. But please hurry. I need you.”
“I’m coming, chestnut. I promise. I love you.”
I make the hour journey in forty minutes, taking risks that could either get me arrested or kill me. But it still feels like a lifetime before I pull up outside the trailer and find a handful of my brothers’ bikes outside. I park mine beside them and jog to the door, which opens before I can even touch it.
Havoc is standing there waiting for me. When I try to move past him, he holds me back. “Need to get the story straight with you first, because the cops will be here any minute.”
I look at him impatiently, willing him to hurry the fuck up.
“As far as anyone is concerned, a random asshole off the street did this.”
“What?”
He steps aside, which is when I see Josh on the floor, unconscious but breathing. When I look at the state of him, I turn back to Havoc in shock.
“Who did that?”
“Delphi.”
“I know she started it, but I mean, who finished him off?”
“Delphi,” he says again firmly. “He was like this when I got here.”
