We watched as Owen and his deputies managed to break the fight apart and started handcuffing the men. I wondered what their monthly budget for taser cartridges was? Law enforcement carried the kind of tasers that shot prongs out at the subject. That way they didn’t have to get close enough to drive stun a person and could keep some distance between themselves and an assailant. Those prongs came in little cartridges that they loaded into the tasers.
Pyre finally looked over at me and I saw that he had a split lip. His eyes roved over me, as though checking for any injuries. Which was weird because he was the one who’d been in a fight. He let the officers lead him out of the bar without struggling.
Guilt snuck in as I watched them go. They’d been sticking up for me. It wasn’t fair that they were going to face consequences for that.
“Don’t worry,” Ainsley said, patting my shoulder. “They’ll sleep it off and be fine.”
“They were drunk?” Harlow asked.
“No. I meant sleep off the anger,” she replied.
“You’re not going to go bail Warrant out?” Maya asked with a laugh.
“Nope,” she said. “Maybe he’ll learn his lesson.”
“Fat chance,” Melody said, voicing what we were all thinking.
“Come on,” Harlow said, using her hold on me to lead me back to our table. “Let’s finish out our night.”
My eyes strayed to the door where the cops had taken Pyre and the others. My curiosity was nearly as heavy as the guilt. Why had he done all that? Especially when I’d had it under control? Sighing, I followed my friends back to our table, but my mind kept playing the fight over and over as the night went on.
CHAPTER 4
Pyre
“Pyre.”
I paused as we were walking by Cypher’s office door, looking over at my brothers suspiciously. “Did you fucking tell on me?” When they all pasted innocent looks on their faces, I sighed and stopped at Cypher’s door.
“Tell on you about what?” Demo asked, sounding as nonchalant as he could, as I continued to glare at them.
“The fight in the bar.”
“Oh no,” Warrant said with a shake of his head. He waited until I had the door open before he added. “We didn’t tell him aboutthat.”
“Then what-”
“Better not keep him waiting,” Jury muttered with a smug grin.
“Get in here and shut the door, Pyre.”
Mouthing,I’ll get you fuckers back for this, I stepped into my president’s office and closed the door. I didn’t know what they’d done, or said to Cypher, but it was clearly something. Though I knew it wasn’t that I’d spent the night in one of Owen’s jail cells because they’d been right there beside me. Whatever it was, they needed to pay for not minding their business.
Cypher watched me with knowing eyes as I sat down across from him with his monstrosity of a desk between us. “Prez.”
“Have a good time last night?”
I studied him. He looked relaxed, calm, but was watching me with those intense eyes that always saw too damn much. I wasn’t about to rat myself out if he didn’t know what happened at the bar. I knew that trick. If he did, and knowing him as well as I did it was almost a certainty that he knew, he’d let me know in his own way soon enough. “Sure,” I commented, tone carefully blank.
He arched a brow. “Good enough to end up spending the night in jail.”
It wasn’t a question. I swore inwardly, but just shrugged. “Guess so.”
“Owen called,” he told me.
My lips twitched. “And you didn’t bother to come bail us out?” The others probably wouldn’t find it as funny as I did. No, that wasn’t right, everyone would except Scythe.
“Figured you guys could use a cooling down period.”
