Decker throws Allen a look, and the two have a very tense, silent argument.
After a moment, Allen’s nostrils flare. “Fine,” he practically growls. “You win tonight. But you tell Donovan I’m coming for him.”
“When can I get my bike back?” I blurt.
A smug smile stretches across his face. “That’ll have to remain here until the registered owner comes to claim it. A Mr. Jimmy Donovan.”
Shit. I am in so much goddamn trouble.
Allen turns on his heel and takes his leave, Murphy scuttering close behind him.
Without hesitation, Decker opens the cell door and motions for me to follow Triss.
“You’re welcome,” he calls out when we’re halfway across the room.
Whipping around, I flip him off—with both hands—and mouthfuck youas Triss drags me towards the door.
Much to my irritation, the gesture only makes Decker smile. Asshole.
Outside the station, I’m quickly pushed into the passenger seat of a small grey Camry.
“Fucking cops,” Triss mutters as she shifts into drive. “What did you tell them?”
I arch an eyebrow. “Nothing. Obviously.”
“Right. Of course,” she says with a shake of her head. “Well, it’s good to meet you, Grace. I’m Triss.”
“Jack’s old lady.”
“That’s right.”
“Well… thanks for all that.” I rub at my wrists. “How’d you know I was here?”
She flips her signal and navigates towards the west end of town. “Decker texted.”
“Decker?” I ask, my breath catching. “Why the hell would a cop tell Axe’s lawyer I’m in lockup?”
“Oh, he… uh—” Triss chews on her lip, side-eyeing me, then focusing on the road again.
Despite her lack of response, I already know the answer to my question.
“Is Decker working for the Sinners?” I ask.
“Um. No.” She cringes. “Well. Sort of.”
“There’s no way.” I did not have Decker being in my brother’s pocket on my South Bay homecoming bingo card.
Triss fidgets in her seat and lets out a sigh. “Maybe we can keep that little fact between us girls? I wasn’t supposed to mention it.” She gives me a tight smile. “Sometimes when I’m tired, I talk too much. I was in bed when I got Decker’s text.”
“I see that.” I take in her short lacy black slip. “I can’t see a world where Lincoln Decker is on the same team as my brothers. It’s just so… not him.”
“From what I understand, it wasn’t completely by choice.”
Curiosity piqued, I shift to face her. “Axe has something on him?”
She shrugs. “I guess. Look, Axe is gonna want to know what went on in that cell and where that bruise came from. I wasn’t sure if you’d want to stay at the clubhouse tonight, so I had Jack make up a room at our place. It’s… much cleaner. You’re welcome to stay as long as you want.”
“Thanks.”
