“I dunno. Why would I know?”
“He made sure you were out the picture the last time. I’m pretty fucking sure he’ll try to do the same again.”
“We’re both adults now. Who Sophie is with is entirely up to her.”
“And you think that will stop him? You don’t think when it comes down to it, she’ll do as she’s told.”
Something dropped into the pit of my stomach. Heavy, swelling up inside of me. My phone rang in my pocket, the noise shrill in the sudden silence between us. I dragged it out.
“Brie?”
“Need to speak to Indie.”
“Now’s not a good time, Brie.”
“Reap…”
“Really, Brie. It can’t be now.”
The president of Angels and Demons MC paused like he was considering reacting, but then understood my tone.
“Ok Reap. Send him round mine when he’s done. He’s gonna want to hear this pretty fucking damn urgently.”
“Ok. Clubhouse?”
“Nah. My house.”
The line went dead.
“Brie?” Barry the Blade asked from beside me.
“Aye. Something urgent for Indie. Needs to see him.”
“Now’s not a good fucking time. Indie needs to be here.”
“I know,” I agreed, running a hand through my hair.
My side ached. The muscles complaining for the first time from where I’d tried to steady the bike when I dropped it in my haste to stop.
“I’ll go talk to him. See what’s going on.”
“He wanted Indie.”
“Aye. Well, he’ll either have to wait or he can have me.”
I nodded. Indie was needed here. Protected by the rest of us. Brie and the Angels and Demons were allies, but having our president running around alone was not sensible. Not right now.
Baz turned.
“You going straight away?”
“He said it was urgent, didn’t he?”
“Aye, but…”
“What can I do here, Reap? What can any of us do? And I’ve seen enough fucking hospitals to last more than a lifetime. I’ll go see what’s happening.”
I nodded again, rubbing absently at the ache building in my bicep now the adrenaline had ebbed away.
