He spits blood and laughs again. “You’re a fucking idiot.”
I lunge forward again, but a hand slams into my chest and shoves me back, like I am being moved by a mountain.
Four.
He steps between us like a damn wall.
“What the hell is wrong with you two.”
Torch wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Ask him. Ask, Clutch, what happened tonight. What they did to Bex.”
Four’s eyes flare as he looks at me again, studying me like all the answers are just sitting there.
“You wanna tell me what’s going on.” He asks, but he really isn’t asking.
My chest rises and falls hard.
“He didn’t do shit either.”
It’s a weak excuse and everyone knows it. But I don't get a chance to say it before Torch is snapping back.
“Are you fucking kidding me. Like anyone was going to get mixed up in that shit show when her own fucking husband stood by and watched it happen. With Angel on edge. With Mara’s disappearance bringing up everything he’s buried about Kiara’s death.” Torch is breathing heavily, he takes a deep breath and says, “But if you would have doneanything, people would have followed.”
I don’t respond. Because I don’t even know where the hell to start.
Torch scoffs, then adds, “His wife just burned the club to the ground.”
Four’s brow furrows.
“What?”
Torch gestures vaguely toward me. “Verbally broke down our entire toxic culture and threw her cut at his feet.”
Silence drops over us.
Four’s gaze shifts back to me slowly, asking, “Is that true.”
I look away, because the look on his face is too much for me right now… That’s all the answer he needs.
He exhales once through his nose, then he steps closer. His voice is lower now. “Alright.”
He glances at the Devil’s Ride guys watching from the curb, then back at us.
“We can tear each other apart later.”
His eyes settle on me again. “But right now we need to get the hell out of here.”
Torch snorts but doesn’t argue.
Four jerks his head toward the bikes.
“Because judging by the look on your face…” His voice tightens just slightly. “Whatever happened back there?” He pauses. “…we’re going to need a lot more time to unpack that clusterfuck.”
He turns and starts toward the bikes and Torch pushes off thetruck. Axel releases my arm, but I stand there for one second longer trying to get my breathing under control.
The floodlights buzz overhead and the station doors close behind Jack. The prospects jump in the truck and slam the doors. But all I can think is that Bex is back at the clubhouse thinking I don’t love her.
And I’m standing in a parking lot over an hour away…