“’Bout what?” Blaise mumbles.
Are they insane? “Blaise needs to go to the hospital.”
Hammer smirks at me. “He’ll be fine.” His eyes land on Blaise. “Your father has information that she’s been working with Red Storm.”
“What! That’s not true. From who?” I demand.
“Easy, girl,” Thorn says. “I know you wouldn’t do that.”
Hammer flicks his gaze at his friend as if they’ve discussed it and don’t see eye-to-eye on the subject.
“Fuck you, Hammer. My girl wouldn’t do that,” Blaise spits out.
He turns and stares out the window. “I hope not. For your sake, Blaise.”
Blaise hugs me tighter and runs his hand over my back. “She hasn’t been out of my sight in the last twenty-four hours. Not sure how she was working with anyone.”
Hammer holds out his hand. “Got your phone, Kadence?”
I pull away from Blaise and stuff my hands in my pockets. “No. Either they took it, or it got lost in the crash.”
“Convenient,” he mumbles.
That’s it. I can’t believe he thinks I’d do something so awful. “Fuck you,Holden.You’ve known me since high school, you prick. You know I’d never—”
“Do I?” he snaps back. “Seems like not that long ago you took off. Left my boy in the fucking hospital. He might forgive and forget.Idon’t.”
“Mind your own business,” Thorn warns. “That’s between them.”
“Like fuck it is. Just because you’ve always wanted to tap her ass doesn’t—”
“Watch your mouth,” Blaise growls, sitting up and glaring at both of them.
Thorn smacks Hammer’s shoulder. “Shut the fuck up.”
The three of them have been best friends since before they could talk. Closer than brothers.
Now they’re fighting because of me.
No matter how hard I try, I’ll always be bad for Blaise.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Against my body’s many protests, I sit up and smack one of my best friends in the back of the head. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
Hammer doesn’t even flinch. “Told you. We had a credible tip.”
“Bullshit.” This is bad. Hammer’s shrewd. Someone he trusts must have fed him these lies about Kadence.
Arguing now is pointless. I need to see my father face-to-face. Figure out who lied to him about my girl, then decide how to handle it.
I’m just thankful Kady’s okay. She’s whole. Some scrapes, scratches, and bruises, but mostly unhurt. I’m in agony, but I gotta hold it together and protect her against whatever accusations are coming once we get to the clubhouse.
Relief fills me as we pull into the parking lot. My father hugs me as soon as I stumble out of the van.
Wait a second.
“Pop, you all right? I thought you got shot.” My gaze roams over him, and except for some dirt in his hair, he looks whole.
