I shrugged.“I think it makes it so they should stay and fight to be here.They have the same right you or I do.”
Tyson really looked at me then.
Not just a glance.Not just checking to see if I was okay.Actuallylooking.“What the hell kind of hold does this guy have over you?”he asked.
“He doesn’t have a hold over me,” I said quickly.Too quickly.“I just… I just…”
What?
Felt safer when he was around?Trusted him in a way that didn’t make sense?Couldn’t stop thinking about him even when I tried?
Yeah, none of that was coming out of my mouth.
Tyson chuckled.“I’ll let you get back to me when you come up with a better answer.”
I bumped my shoulder into his.“You’re being an ass.”
He scoffed.“I’m your brother.It’s what I’m supposed to do when you fall for some biker.”
I opened my mouth.
Closed it and didn’t argue, because arguing would mean I had something to defend, and I didn’t.Right?
I turned back to the window, my eyes finding Swift again down below.
Alive and unhurt.
My chest squeezed tight.
Maybe the biker did have a hold on me.
Chapter Ten
Swift
The inside of the ambulance smelled like antiseptic and rubber gloves.
I sat on the narrow bench with my elbows braced on my knees while the paramedic shined a light in my eyes like he was hoping to discover I had a hidden concussion and not just a bad attitude.The back doors were still open, letting in the noise from outside: sirens fading, voices overlapping, radios cracking, and the general chaos of people who’d just watched somebody get shot at in broad daylight.
Or almost shot at.Close enough.
“Follow my finger,” the paramedic said.
I stared at him.
He sighed and moved his finger anyway.
I followed it because Twister had shoved me into the ambulance like I was twelve and had scraped my knee doing something stupid.
“You lose consciousness?”the paramedic asked.
“No.”
“Hit your head?”
“No.”
“Any dizziness?”
