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“Hawk,” I grumbled, tapping the patch on my cut as I released her. “It’s right here.”
“You don’t have to be an ass,” she sassed.
“Well, honey, we don’t have time for this shit,” I shot back.
“Fine.”
I knew enough about women to know the wordfinenever meant things were okay—usually, the opposite. If I wasn’t trying to get us out of this hospital without being gunned down by the Dirty Death, I wouldn’t be so short with her, but the crow’s agitation became my own.
I didn’t have the patience for this. My mind flipped to protective mode, and when that happened, I became a cold, ruthless motherfucker on a mission.
We reached the door, and I slid it open a couple of inches, noting the busy hall. Hospital staff rushed around to clean up the mess and check on patients. The chaos allowed the DDMC the chance they needed to search the rooms for Raven, Crow, and any of my other brothers. My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I checked the screen.
Crow:We’re outside. Get the fuck out of there.
Crow:Use the key at the gym and pick up the package.
I shot back a quick response.On it pres.
I slipped out of the room, clenching Callie’s hand. We moved fast, passing rooms on the floor as I rushed to the stairway at the end of the hall. The elevator was too risky. We didn’t have that kind of time.
I caught that strange odor again as we reached the door, and I twisted the handle, guiding Callie inside before shutting it with a soft click.
“Move, sweetheart,” I ordered. “They’re not far behind us.”
Callie gasped, racing down the steps in front of me.
Only three floors stood between us and freedom.
I heard footsteps in the stairwell as we reached the final door. Ushering Callie outside, I walked briskly next to her side, reaching for her hand and curling my fingers around her smooth, soft skin. A tiny jolt sped up my arm, and I almost flinched.
What the hell was that?
Caw...caw.
“Shit,” I cursed.
The crow flew above our heads, sweeping in a wide circle as we reached my bike. He sensed danger and sent a warning.
“I know,” I mumbled low.
Callie’s gaze roamed over my Harley with a frown.
“Here. Put this on.” I pushed the helmet into her hands and swung my leg over the seat. “Hurry, sweetheart.”
She blinked, staring at the black paint on the helmet, then at me. “I don’t think this is a good idea.”
“Hey, I get you’re scared, but we’ve got to get the hell out of here. I’ll take you anywhere you want to go once you’re safe. Okay?”
She bit her lip, thinking it over. “This seems reckless. My car isn’t far away. Those bikers don’t know who I am. If I leave, they won’t come after me.” She held out the helmet. “I can’t leave with you.”
Well, fuck. I stood, taking the helmet from her hands. “Babe. You don’t get it. I think they already know who you are.”
“What?”
“You work with Bree, and they targeted her. I don’t think you’re safe. You need to—”
“No! I don’t believe you—”
