Angel tilts his head slightly. “And?”
Trigger shrugs.
“She said she wasn’t Clutch’s ol’ lady anymore.”
Something cold slides down my spine.
Angel’s voice stays calm. “Then what happened?”
Trigger’s throat moves. “We were just talking.”
“Talking,” Angel repeats.
His tone doesn’t change when he asks, “About what?”
Trigger hesitates and that’s when Axel moves. The room shifts with him, as he slides his brass knuckles on.
Trigger notices. He swallows hard, saying, “Razor said she shouldn’t be walking around alone if she wasn’t claimed anymore.”
My hands curl into fists.
Angel’s gaze sharpens, his voice dropping low, “And you agreed with that.”
It isn’t a question and Trigger doesn’t answer. Which is answer enough.
Angel leans forward slightly. “Did anyone touch her?”
Silence.
Then…
“Yes.”
The word comes from the smallest one of the three. One of our younger patch-ins and too young to be this stupid.
Angel’s voice drops. “Who?”
He steps aside and points to Trigger and the asshole standing beside him.
“And… Razor… ugh and Cage.”
My vision narrows, but I don’t move. Not yet.
Angel’s voice stays steady. “Explain.”
The kid swallows, saying, “Razor grabbed her.”
Connor nods beside me.
Angel doesn’t look at him. “Then what.” he encourages.
“After they had the prospect take the girls back to the bunk room… They cornered her…” The kid looks like he might pass out or piss his pants.
Torch unclicks his safety and holds his gun in front of him for everyone to see.
I don’t reach for my gun, I want my hands dirty.
The kid takes another step away from Trigger and continues, “They were grabbing at her, she tried to get away… but then Razor asked her if she liked it rough…”