They may as well go back and pack.
She exhaled, rubbing a hand over her face."Who’s coming with you?"
Gypsy’s voice was dark.“Everyone.”
Chapter Twelve
The roarof bikes filled the night air as Gypsy watched his brothers ready to ride.Bad fucking night. Bad fucking timing.Tabor had already called Annie to watch the kids, which told Gypsy everything—this wasn’t just a quick cleanup. This was going to get bloody.
Had Quinn really thought it would just behimcoming?
He almost laughed out loud at the thought.Tailor may have had the situation under control, but that didn’t mean everything was fine.
“I think Tailor wants to talk to you,” Quinn’s voice came through the phone, barely cutting through the roaring in Gypsy’s head. “He’s asking for my phone.”
“Give it to him.”
Gypsy barely heard her response. His hand clenched around the throttle, muscles coiled, the need todo something crawling under his skin.
Quinn handed her phone over to the towering biker as Brandi was led back to her. She pulled the redhead into a tight hug, feeling how much she was shaking.
"Do NOT ever do that again."
Brandi barely nodded, her voice cracking.“Layla…”
Quinn clenched her jaw, tucking Brandy closer. “Layla is hotheaded and gets herself into shit every damn day.”
Speaking of her pain-in-the-ass sister…
Quinn’s gaze swept the bar andfound Layla at the counter, tossing back whiskey, giggling, and flirting with some guy like nothing had just happened.
Unbelievable.
Anger surged so fast, Quinn saw red.She hadn’t learned a damn thing.
Brandi’s voice, soft but steady, pulled her attention back. “You saw what he was about to do to me. Would you have been able to watch your sister be treated like that?”
Quinn’s throat tightened. She didn’t answer right away.
“Not any more than I wanted to watch you be treated like that,” she admitted finally.
Brandi swallowed. “You called Gypsy instead of the cops?”
“Yes. Why?”
Brandi sighed, looking away.“I’m afraid you’re gonna find out when we get home.”
Before Quinn could ask what the hell that meant, a deep voice interrupted. She turned to seeTailorholding out her phone. The man might’ve come at Gypsy’s request, but Quinn knew what kind of power moves were at play.
Gypsy would owe for this favor.
Taking the phone, she kept her eyes on Tailor as he stepped a few feet away. “Hello?”
Gypsy’s voice was sharp."Tailor and his boys are going to get you ladies back to your hotel."
She exhaled. “Are you leaving now?”
“Yes,” he said. But his tone changed, tightening.“And Quinn, when I get there, we’re having a serious conversation. One that’s overdue.”
