“Lilly, don’t argue with me.” Teller’s calm, grave tone completely freaks me out, but he seizes my arm and pulls me toward the front door. “Where’s your car?”

The shouting from the fight gets louder and I make another attempt to free myself from Teller’s grasp. “We can’t leave him!”

“Murphy’s got his back. Trust me, Z will be pissed if I don’t get you home.”

Arguing with him seems pointless. He’s got an iron grip and isn’t afraid to use it. Plus, down where I don’t want to acknowledge it, I know he’s right and the last thing I want to do is make Z’s life difficult.

“Z knows how to handle himself, Lilly,” Teller says once we’re on the road.

“What’s going to happen?” I ask.

“To Shadow? For touching you? That beating, for starters. Anything more than that, you don’t need to know.”

I’d be offended or argue that it is my business, but I already understand how the club operates. If Z wants to tell me, he will. It’s not fair to press Teller for information he’s not allowed to share.

“I need to see Chance,” I whisper.

“He’s probably asleep.”

“I know. But I need to see him.”

“Okay,” Teller agrees.

Heidi answers the door in her pajamas and yawns. “What’s going on? Why are you back so early?”

She glances past us and seems to wake right up. “Where’s Blake?”

“At the clubhouse.” Teller leans down and kisses his sister’s cheek. “Kids okay?”

“Everyone’s fine. They went to bed a while ago.” Her gaze swings between us. “Right after you called, Lilly. What’s going on?”

“Nothing, I just wanted to check on Chance.”

Heidi stares me down for a few seconds. “Go ahead.”

They share a few tense words while I rush upstairs.

Z

“That was some fucked-up shit, brother.” Murphy squeezes my shoulder. “You okay?”

“Where’s Lilly?”

“Teller took her home as soon as it went down.” He glances over his shoulder. “Prospect offered to take her, but given the situation, we weren’t comfortable with that.”

“Thank you.” At least I know they always have my back.

He pulls out his phone and taps out a text. “Lettin’ him know you’re okay, so she’s not freaking out.”

“I’ll call her in a bit. Tell him to get his ass back here.”

“You got it.”

“It’s gonna be a long night.”

The club’s doctor shows up. There’s one thing we’re missing upstate—a crooked doctor who shows up to clean up our non-reportable injuries.

Steer and Jigsaw moved Shadow into a side room up front with a cot and some medical supplies, the club’s unofficial exam room. I’ve been in it once or twice myself in the past.