Anger rolls off him in waves as he tries to spot our girl, but she’s slipped out of sight, and that pushes my anxiety up to a level I’m not familiar with.
Fuck.
I need this to be okay.
“New York will be a better place without you two walking around in it,” the cop behind Rowan says.
Even though I’m expecting it, the first shot takes me off guard, and for a split second, I think they didn’t make it in time and I’m about to die. But then the man who just spat his bullshit opinion slumps to the ground, quickly followed by the one with the barrel of his gun pressed to my temple.
“I hope we’re not late to the party,” Crew says, stepping forward from between two cruisers.
There are few times in my life when I haven’t listened to Rowan, but I’m really fucking glad I chose to go against him and let the guys know we were leaving the city and ask for an escort just in case.
I feel Rowan’s eyes on me, but I keep mine forward, watching as Bishop and Kaos step up on either side of Crew.
As much as I want to feel bad for dragging them into this mess, I know for a fact that the quiet life is starting to grate on them, and this is a bit of excitement they’ll be grateful for.
“Anyone else want to take a shot at our boys here?” Kaos asks. He’s always been a tank of a man, but from where I’m kneeling on the concrete, he looks like a goddamn giant.
Out of the corner of my eye, I watch as a few officers take a step back from us, and I can’t help but smirk. Jeffrey may have them in his pocket, but everyone in the city knows better than to fuck with the Syndicate of the Legion.
Crew steps forward and holds his hand out to help Rowan up before doing the same for me. “You two okay?”
“We’ll be better once we have our girl back,” I tell him, looking around and finding the town car missing as I expected.
“Camilla and Kovu have it sorted, and Wyatt is watching traffic cams to make sure they don’t reroute.”
The last part relieves some of the tension from my shoulders. Wyatt, one of the owners of the Scarlet Lounge, spends his spare time helping the Legion with computer shit I’ve never understood. He’s good at what he does, and if he has eyes on my girl, I feel a hell of a lot better about this plan.
“We’ll take care of them,” Bishop says. “Crew will go with you guys into the city.”
Rowan tugs me against him as we head toward the car.
“If you didn’t just save our asses, I’d be inclined to kill you right now.”
I chuckle. “Let’s go get Hannah.”
CHAPTER SEVENTY
ROWAN
Idart forward just in time to stop Hannah from hitting the ground.
Her weight settles in my arms, and my entire body relaxes.
She’s back where she belongs.
“What…how…I…” Jeffrey’s stammering has me glancing up just in time to watch Asher land a punch to the asshole’s chest, stealing the air from his lungs and leaving him gasping for each breath.
“That should keep you quiet for a minute,” he mutters as he rounds the table and drops down beside us.
He brushes his fingers down the side of Hannah’s face, reassuring himself that she’s okay.
“It’s just the shock,” I tell him.
I wish we could have let her know earlier that we were okay, but there were no opportunities, and we didn’t want to tip Jeffrey off until we got here.
I’ll make it up to her. Every second of pain she felt today, I’ll repay tenfold for the rest of our lives.
