Chapter Twenty-One
Swift
The clubhouse looked like it had taken a punch.
Glass was everywhere, shattered across the floor, glittering under the overhead lights like a thousand tiny knives.The front window was blown out completely, cold air pushing through the opening like the place had been gutted.
Everyone from the bar had made it back.
No one was talking.Just standing and looking.
“We haven’t touched it yet,” Hodge said.
Twister didn’t answer right away.He stepped forward, boots crunching over the broken glass like it didn’t even register, and bent down to grab the brick sitting in the middle of the mess.Something was wrapped around it.
I clenched my jaw.
Twister peeled it off slowly, like he already knew he wasn’t going to like what it said.He unfolded the paper.Read it once, then again.Then out loud.“Leave,” he said, voice flat.“Or the body count is going to start piling up.”
Silence.
“Have I mentioned I fucking hate The Ledger?”Nugget muttered.
“Pretty sure no one in this city likes them,” Gramps said.“They just tolerate them.”
Twister stood there for a second longer, staring at the paper like he might be able to burn a hole through it.Then he handed the brick off.“Clean this shit up,” he said, nodding to Cord and Plug.They moved immediately, grabbing brooms and starting to sweep.“Wheels,” Twister added.“Board up the window.”
“Got it.”
I stepped forward.“We doing church?”I asked.
Twister didn’t answer.
Just kept staring at the broken window.
At the message.
At everything.
“Twister,” I called.
Tempi moved before he could respond.She wrapped herself around his arm, pressing into him.He pulled her in, burying his face briefly against her hair like he needed a second to breathe.“I don’t fucking know what to do, guys,” he said finally.“I don’t even know where to start.”
“You’re good, man,” Wheels said.
“Not like there’s a handbook for this shit,” Method added.
“What happened with the guy on the bench?”Gramps asked.
I scrubbed a hand over my jaw.
“He took off before we could get to him.Same SUV that took a shot at me picked him up.”
“Fucking hell,” Chewy muttered.
“You’re going to get them,” Tempi said, her voice steady.
Twister pulled back just enough to look at her.“And we can’t keep getting shot at and having bricks thrown through our windows,” he said.
