Rigid was behind the wheel of the van two spots down from Aaron’s spot with the engine running. King hopped in the passenger seat with Snapper and Hero in the back.
“You good?” Dad asked.
I nodded and glanced at the time. “I will be in about one minute when we’ve got this asshole.”
Dad got in the back of the van and slid the door shut.
“I’ve got eyes on Gibbs. He is headed your way,” Pie called through the walkie-talkie.
Here we go.
I crouched in front of the car next to Aaron’s parking spot and waited. Lights flashed in the garage, and his car slowly came around the corner.
I leaned around the car, and my heart plummeted to my feet when Birdie walked right by his car.
What in the fuck was she doing here?
Aaron put his car into park in the middle of the parking garage and threw open his door.
Holy fuck.
“Birdie!” he called.
Birdie spun on her heel and stumbled backward.
She hadn’t even known that she was walking by Aaron’s car.
Fucking hell. I was going to have to teach her to be a hell of a lot more aware of her surroundings.
“Aaron,” she stammered.
He held up his hands and stepped toward. “I just want to talk to you, Birdie.”
Birdie fumbled with her purse. “Please just leave me alone.” She got the zipper of her bag open, but he ripped it from her hand and tossed it on the cement. He grabbed her arm and pushed her against a parked car, then raised his hand and smacked her across the face.
Fuck. No.
“Get your fucking hands off her!” I shouted. I barreled out from in front of the car and charged at Aaron.
He pushed Birdie away and dove into his car.
Birdie fell to the ground and cried out my name.
Aaron slammed the car into drive and took off up the parking garage.
“Son of a bitch,” King shouted.
Hero jumped out of the van and rushed over to Birdie and me. “There’s no exit up top; he’s going to come back down.”
I gathered Birdie in my arms. “Are you okay?”
“What is going on?” Birdie demanded. “Were you watching me?”
I shook my head and took her over to the van. “We were watching Aaron,” I grunted. “You happened to show up at the wrong time.” What were the fucking odds?
“I told you Layla was driving me to the clubhouse,” she reminded me.
Oh fuck. I hadn’t thought that Layla was parked on the same level as Aaron.
