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Charlotte rushes over, slamming into me, giving me the biggest hug. She pulls back, looking me up and down, and sighs. “It is so good to see you. I’ve been wondering how you’re doing. How’s Maxxy? Still keeping you on your toes?”
I can’t help but smile. Charlotte did take great care of me while I was there.I feel like an asshole for doing this to her.But I hate the idea of a man like Anton taking advantage more. She is sweet and super innocent. She needs to know who she isliterallyin bed with.
“Maxxy is a handful. Actually, she’s in the van if you wanna come say hi?”
I am going to hell.
Charlotte grins and bounces on her toes. “Oh yeah, absolutely. Lead the way.”
I place my hand on her lower back and lead her toward the van. “It’s amazing how well you’ve recovered, Nico. How have your muscles been coping? Are you staying hydrated like I told you to?”
I snort out a laugh, shaking my head as we approach the back of the van. “You sound like Maxxy.” I roll my eyes as I tap the back doors. They fling open to Omen and Bayou standing there. Charlotte jumps back straight into my arms, and I grab her.
She gasps. “Nico,what is this?”she yells as I shove her forward.
Bayou grabs her as I step in behind and hoist her into the van, Omen closing the door behind us.
Charlotte widens her eyes, trying to turn in my grip, and slaps at my hands. “What the fuck are you doing?”
I place my hands on her shoulders and press down, making her sit on the side. “Car keys,” I instruct.
Her eyes widen, and she exhales. “Nico, I—”
“Gimme your keys, Charlotte. I won’t ask again.”
She glances around at the rest of us, then pulls her car keys out of her bag, dangling them in front of my face. I snatch them off her and hand them over to Bayou. He dips his head and jumps out of the van to drive Charlotte’s car back to the clubhouse behind us.
Grudge starts the engine of the van and takes off.
“I’m so sorry, Charlotte. We’re not gonna hurt you.I promise you that.We just need to talk to yo—”
“I know you’re a biker, Nico. I’m not going to steal medical supplies for yo—”
“Stop, Charlotte. It’s nothing like tha—”
“What then, huh?Why the hellare you kidnapping me? I thought we were friends.”
I fold my arms over my chest. “Wearefriends, Charlotte. That’s how you know we’re not going to hurt you. This is going to be very amicable.I promise.”
She huffs, glaring at me. “Then why couldn’t you have just asked me whatever the fuck you need in the parking lot?”
I exhale. “Because we need to film it. We need proof of us talking to you to send to someone.”
She throws her hands in the air in frustration. “What the hell for? Are you trying to bribe a doctor… the hospital board? I don’t understand what the hell is happening here.”
I place my hand on her leg, trying to comfort her. “It’s got nothing to do with the hospital, Charlotte.”
She blinks a few times like she’s trying to think it through, then folds her arms over her chest and huffs, effectively shutting down for the rest of the drive back to the clubhouse.
When we arrive, Bayou opens the van's back doors, and I step down, placing my hand out to help Charlotte, but she glares at me.
“I’ll manage,” she snaps, jumping down on her own, Omen following her out.
I take her arm and lead her into the soundproof shed, where Jesse has positioned a single silver chair in the middle of the room, a dock for us to set up a cell to video record the conversation in front of her, and I can’t help but notice the tray of utensils placed on a stool next to the dock. I guess they’re here—just in case.
Charlotte’s eyes widen as she walks inside, letting out a heavy exhale. “I thought this was a polite conversation we were going to have, Nico?” She glares at me as I walk her over to the silver chair and ease her down.
Grudge locks the door behind us, and I tilt my head. “It will be. Everything here is just precautionary measures.”
