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Nodding, I gesture for him to leave. “Yeah, go. I’m gonna see where I can help out.”
City fist-bumps me, and he takes off.
I spot the rest of the guys on their cells.
I stand back, my heart thumping in my chest.
I have no idea what to do right now.
Every part of me wants to call Ingrid, but it might raise alarm bells if I do.
Nope! Ineedto know if she’s safe.
So I head for the kitchen, stepping into the walk-in pantry, and pulling out my cell. Dialing Ingrid’s number, it rings a couple of times, and she answers, “Good morning, I didn’t think I would hear from you this early—”
“Hey, I don’t want to interrupt you, but shit is going down at the club. Has anyone called you yet?” I blurt out.
“No, what’s going on? Is everyone okay?” she asks.
“We’re okay, but we got a visit from the Baroness… it was fucking tense. A lot of shit went down. She said the Bratva are gunning for the women of our club. We’re calling everyone in immediately. The Baroness has given us a location to hide you all while we figure out what to do with Anton and his dicks.”
“Shit, okay. How long will we be at this location?”
“I don’t know. Pack a few essentials and get to the clubhouse as fast as possible. Ingrid, be careful and watch your six.”
She’s quiet for a moment as beeping sounds through the phone. “Hurricane is calling.”
“You should answer it and pretend you’re hearing everything he says for the first time. Just get here fast, okay? Ineedto know you’re safe.”
“I will. See you soon.”
I end the call, feeling relieved that Hurricane is calling her. I mean, I knew he would. I’m just glad he didn’t wait too long.
Gasping in a deep breath, I take a moment to let everything sink in.
There is so much going on at the moment.
It feels like the world is moving at light speed, and I’m having trouble keeping up with the pace.
But I need to keep my shit together—for the club and for Ingrid.
I center myself and step out of the pantry into the kitchen. Lani’s working on gathering some food into baskets. Widening my eyes, I stop, just staring at her.
She casually glances at me with a soft smile on her face. “What happens in the pantry stays in the pantry,” she whispers.
My heart rate skyrockets as I step up beside her. “You heard that phone call?”
She nods. “I did.”
I rub the back of my neck, feeling that crushing weight pulling me down again. “Lani… I—”
She turns to face me and grabs my hands in hers. “Before you say anything… whatever is or isn’t going on, I don’t need to know. And I certainly don’t care. I will say that Hurricane is incredibly protective of the women in his life. So, if this is just a fling, don’t let him find out. But if it is more, if it is real… pfft, you have one hell of a job to prove to him that you’re worthy. It took Grit a long time before Hurricane warmed up to him being my guy, and I’m not even blood, just a sister-in-law. So…”
Running my hand through my hair, I lean back on the bench and let out a long exhale. “Fuck. He’s gonna kill me.”
Lani reaches out, placing her hand on my arm supportively. “Do you care about her? Likereallycare about her?”
My eyes meet hers, and I nod sincerely. “Yeah… I do.”
