Gypsy’s silence was deadly.
“I think he’s gonna make her blow him,” Quinn choked out, her voice breaking. “Right here. In the middle of the bar. And no one’s stopping it.Why isn’t anyone calling the cops?”
She was nearly hysterical now, shaking from head to toe, ready to charge across the bar andendthis herself.
Gypsy saw red.
“Quinn, you fucking stay put. I mean it.”His voice was sharp steel.“Brandi can handle it. She’s tougher than you realize. Be strong for her. Be me for the girls.”
Her fury ignited.“I don’t give a fuck if she’s made of motherfucking steel, she’s, my friend! She’s part of our family, like it or not, and I will be damned if I let that filthy mother?—”
“Mariquinn!”
“What?”
“I swear to God himself, if you make a move, I will tan your ass.”
There was a beat of silence before she exhaled sharply.“I don’t know whether to be appalled or turned on right now, so, stop.”
Gypsy closed his eyes. He knew she was spiraling, knew she handled stress by snapping back. Butif anything happened to her?—
He couldn’t even think about it. “Quinn, talk to me. I can hear commotion in the background.”
She blinked, refocusing on the bar.“Umm… I think your friends just got here.”
“Tall guy? Long black hair? Tattoos on his neck?”
She sucked in a breath.“Yep.”
Holy shit.If she thought Gypsy was scary in biker mode, Tailor was something else entirely.“He looks pissed,” she whispered.
“That’s Tailor. Let him do his job. DO NOT hang up.”
Quinn watched in stunned silence asTailor slammed the guy holding Brandi into the wall, his forearm crushing his throat.Another brother grabbed Brandi, checking her over.
The back of their cuts read:Road Devils MC.
Quinn let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. “They got here fast.”
“Cruise said they were across the street at another bar.”
Her eyebrows shot up.“Oh. That one looked like a biker bar.”
“And the one you’re in?”
“A wine bar.”
Her stomach dropped. She turned just in time to see theRoad Devils MC toss the Bone Hunters club out of the pub.
Well, shit.
Quinn continued giving Gypsy the play-by-play, her pulse still racing, but the relief was setting in.
So much for anice, easy girls’ weekend.
She heard the roar of bikes over the phone and knew Gypsy was on his way. She saw the other girls on their phones too, calling their men, letting them know what had happened.
This was over.
