“Anna.” He grabs his phone and is right beside me when I exit.
“What happened?”
“Fans. I assume Chicago since she was wearing our numbers.”
His jaw tightens, and his phone rings, “Hello.” Pause. “Okay. I’ll let him know.” Pause. “Of course. Love you, see you soon.” He shoves his phone in his pocket. “Sofie’s got Lucy and is headed back to your place.”
We move down the corridor faster, and Deacon catches up, Hank too.
“You mind getting back to the house and making sure Lucy is?—”
Hank cuts me off, “OMW.”
“OMW?” I ask.
“Means on my way,” Koa says. “She’s got the girls and us.”
I push the doors open, and security yells after me, “We’ve got it handled.”
“Clearly fucking not!”
Deacon’s ride comes to a hard stop, and he rolls the window down, “Get in.”
After the door is shut behind me, I text Hildy.
Me
On my way.
The response comes almost immediately.
Hildy
We’re okay. She has a concussion and a small cut above her eye. Don’t speed.
Don’t speed.
I don’t respond to that in text; I call her, and she answers on the first ring.
“She’s awake,” she says immediately.
“Talk to me.”
“They followed her from the tunnel. Said something about Reznik, about Russians, about tonight. She told them to back off. One grabbed her arm. She shoved him. He pushed back. Security broke it up before it got worse.”
Anger boils inside me. “Lucy?”
“She’s okay. Anna,” she pauses and sniffs. “Anna pushed that man to keep him back. The girls,” She clears her throat, “took care of her. I don’t think she saw, God I hope she?—”
“I hope she didn’t see either, but if she did, we will make sure she’s okay. She will be okay. I’m five minutes out. See you soon.”
“See you soon,” she repeats and hangs up.
We’re about ready to pull out of the parking lot when the rear passenger door opens and…fucking Reznik slides in.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Aleks says, scrubbing a hand over his face.
“I’m going too,” he states.
