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My eyes widened. “Who’s here?”
“The police.”
I felt the tension in my body slowly start to dissipate and the air whooshed out of me in relief. While I wasn’t a huge fan of the police, living with the Brothers by Blood we were always looked at with a negative eye. They often pulled us over for no reason or just made lewd comments. I knew they had their reasons to be suspicious, but some took it to another level.
“Okay,” I said, my head bobbing. “Are they outside?”
He shook his head, his eyes bearing into me. I was scared by the sudden intensity from him.
“They’re right here,” his voice croaked. “I am one.”
“You’re a what?” I choked.
“A police officer.”
I backed away from him. “No…you’re not.”
He reached out and I flinched. “Chelsea, come on. It’s just me.”
“No! It’s not just you,” I snapped, pointing my finger accusingly. “I don’t even know who you are.”
Another man who I’d seen a few times around the gym and during mine and Rose’s second failed night out, burst into the locker room and looked around frantically. “We gotta get going. They’re still sitting outside, but we can head out the back.”
“What the hell is going on, Deacon?” I demanded, shooting both him and the other guy a deep glare. He rushed forward and grabbed my hand, pulling me with him out the locker room doors and down the hallway. I tried to tug back, but he continued to drag me with him, not even looking back. I caught a glimpse of the destruction that filled the front of the gym before I was pulled the opposite way.
“Oh God. The gym was full of people, are any…” My lips shook and trembled.
“Ninety percent were my people,” he said, unable to meet my gaze. “There are a couple scrapes and bruises, nothing major—we were prepared.” My mouth just hung open as I continued to let him pull me along with him. “They waiting for us out back?” He asked his friend who jogged next to us.
“Yeah.” He pushed the double doors open and they swung wide, slamming against the side of the building and causing me to jump.
There was a black BMW parked outside with its motor running. “Get in,” Deacon yelled at me as he swung open the back door to the car.
I froze for a second.He was the police.I thought he’d been my friend, but he had lied. I was angry, and I was scared. Thinking about the gun shots and the way the windows of the gym had shattered, and now I was running for my life—again.
I felt my body being lifted off the ground and stuffed in the backseat of the car, but my mind was in a haze. I didn’t fight. I just let Deacon maneuver me so he could climb in behind me and slam the door shut.
The ride was fast, Deacon kept a hand on my head, holding it down and out of sight. I’d finally gathered my thoughts and was ready to turn around and rip him a new one just as we stopped. I looked up, we were outside mine and Rose’s apartment.
“No one followed us. Let’s go inside,” he said, releasing his grip on me and sliding out of the car. I sat there. “Come on, Chelsea. We’ve got to go inside before they come around. We’re sitting ducks.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you,” I sneered, pressing my back against the door like a caged animal. “Take me to the club,” I demanded, not knowing where else I could go, but knowing I would be safe there with the brothers.
“No doubt they’re already on their way, and you and I have shit to discuss before they barge in,” he told me earnestly, leaning in the door. I tried to push myself further away from him but the door behind me suddenly opened and I fell back. Someone hooked their hands under my arms and hefted me from the vehicle. I squirmed, trying to get free but they held tight, pulling me toward the staircase that lead to the front door. Deacon followed, his face serious and stern.
I finally found my feet at the top of the stairs. “Open the door, Chelsea.”
“Fuck you, Deacon,” I spat, folding my arms across my chest.
He sighed. “Gavin, open the door.”
I heard keys rustling behind me before the door swung open and Deacon herded me inside.
“You have keys to my apartment?” I gasped.
He shrugged, closing the door behind us and walking past me into our small kitchen. “I have a job to do, it was necessary.”
Gavin moved to stand in front of the doorway, blocking any exit I had. I stared him down. He was a good looking guy, broad shoulders, trim waist, tattoos that swirled up his arms and contradicted his fancy shirt. All he did was smile at me like he was enjoying this shit.
