Chapter 33
Hailey
We were about halfway down the long driveway of the Bellamy Residences when Nathaniel suddenly slowed the car.
"What's wrong?" I asked, looking up from where I'd been studying my hands,still trying to mentally unhear the sounds we'd just escaped from.
"Company," Nathaniel said, nodding ahead.
I followed his gaze and saw them. A group of motorcycles parked just outside the Bellamy Residences gates, lined up like metal soldiers. Six of them, maybe seven. All black and chrome, gleaming in the afternoon light. And beside them stood their riders — leather jackets, boots, the whole aesthetic.
Navine's club, I recognised them from the chase when I first came to the Bellamy Residences with Trice.
My stomach did something complicated.
"Are they waiting for someone?" I aske
