THIRTEEN
Someone grabbed her arm. Tulsi was yanked out of the bathroom doorway and pinned back against someone’s chest. Hard, warm metal met her temple.
“Put him the f**k down,” Baines barked.
The vibration of his curt words on her spine revealed who had grabbed her.
“Wreck,” Rowdy said, which suggested everyone was a witness to the chaos now. Even hearing his friend didn’t divert Wreck’s focus. “You gotta f*****g yield, man… Let it go… Holy f*****g hell, Wreck… Si!”
The exclamation made no sense to Tulsi. She doubted it made sense to anyone… except Wreck. On a hissing inhale, he stepped back and let Hillam crumple into a heap on the floor. Putting his hands together behind him, Wreck turned his back on the room, presenting himself to be restrained again.
“Get the ties,” Baines said,
