(Ridge)
My knuckles throbbed harder once the adrenaline started wearing off.
Holt followed me outside the room while I walked toward the front section of the safe house. Behind us, Nolan stayed cuffed back to the chair with the blindfold tied around his head again. He hadn’t said another word since I left him there.
Probably thinking now.
About time.
“You want me to wrap your hand before you leave?” Holt asked.
“No.”
“It’s split open.”
“I know.”
He didn’t push after that.
Crash stayed near the doorway behind him with his arms crossed loosely while watching me walk toward the sink near the side counter. I turned the water on and held my hand underneath it while blood washed slowly down into the drain.
“He’s breathing, but he’s not gonna be talking much after that,” Crash muttered
