tell him, shrugging. I give Finn an awkward smile. “I guess it’s a good thing you got that picture of me you wanted before I ended up broken.” I prop my chin on my knees. “Unless you had to take it down.” I don’t know why I care about that stupid Uppercut Princess poster in their gym right now, but I do. It reminds me of how strong I can be.
Closing my eyes, I breathe in. One Kyle and Anna. Two Kyle and Anna.
“Please, girl,” Finn says. “It’s still up. You’re still a hot commodity in the Heights. In fact, I think it’s gotten worse because now you’re like the poster girl for the wrongly accused.” Finn arches an eyebrow at his brother. “People in the Heights know about that.”
Jax’s lips thin. He glares at his brother before turning on his heel and stalking off.
Finn and I watch him go, his inked hands dropping to his sides as he walks off toward the parking lot.
Finn sighs. “Don’t worry about him.”
“No offense, Finn, but I’ve got a lot of other worries on my mind.”
Finn eyes me, then mumbles, “Fuck it” before heaving himself up on the sill next to me. He leans over, pulling me to his chest. I let my legs slip down, his muscled arms swallowing me in a hug.
“I missed you,” I say, trying to hold back emotions rushing to the surface.
“I missed you too, Princess. We’ve got to get you training again.”
My eyes burn with unshed tears. “Yeah,” I croak out. To think fighting was a lifeline to keep me grounded while I was here. If I go to prison for this murder, I’m fucked. I won't have a life at all. No fighting. No guys. No anything.
“Shh,” Finn says, comforting me. He pulls away. “As much as I would’ve come to see you myself, you know I’m here for a reason, right?”
My heart stutters to a stop in my chest and then leaps forward in a motion that steals my breath. I’ve been waiting for news, and it’s finally come.
Finn returns his hand to my shoe, squeezing me. “Everyone had to go into hiding after what happened. When I say everyone, I mean—”
“The Crew?”
He nods, his face solemn. “The bodyguard, Magnum, he slipped underground until they fixed shit for him.”
I breathe out a sigh of relief, but a hiccup of air hangs tight in my chest. I won’t let it go until I know everyone I care about is safe. “Was he hurt in the accident?”
“Not as bad as you. Just some scrapes. But the police had the footage of him shooting someone. Of course, it’s turned up missing now.”
Even if the footage hadn’t gone missing, what happened to self-defense? Gregory’s guys were trying to take me. Who knows what their plans were?
“Rocket...”
I glance up, meeting Finn’s gaze. Everything stops. I heard his voice that night. He was there. He was so close, but he just couldn’t get to me.
“That guy is one scary motherfucker.”
I press my lips together to keep from smiling. I can only imagine how Finn and Jax would see Johnny.
Finn squeezes my shoe. “He wants me to tell you that he’s handling this. He’s driving himself crazy with how long it’s taking, but I guess being accused of murder is no easy thing to get rid of.”
Especially because the gun used was most likely my gun. My prints were all over it, but I want to know how they actually got my fingerprints. Detective Reynolds must be sneakier than we gave him credit for.
“He doesn’t want you to worry about anything. He thinks it’ll be over soon. They had to find that eyewitness.” Finn gulps. “I’m not privy to all the information, and that’s probably a good thing. He just said it would be soon.”
Tears stick to my lashes. I can’t remember the last time I felt so much vulnerability. It’s terrifying. “Soon?”
“Yeah, Princess,” Finn says. “Fucking soon. And I have a feeling if it doesn’t work out the way Johnny’s planning, he’s just going to kidnap your ass out of that place you’re living in and run away with you.”
I smile. I can see him doing that. Hell, every last one of my guys has threatened to take me out of the Heights.
Okay, maybe threatened isn’t the word for it. They’re all trying to keep me safe while I’ve tried to do the same for them. Keeping Brawler and Oscar in the dark for so long about my true intentions was