McCoy was scraping under Kit's nails.
"Okay. Listen. Just duck your head, and walk out of here with me."
"Okay," she said, taking a deep breath. "I have no shoes," she said as we moved in front of the door.
"It's Miami, not New York. People are barefoot here sometimes," I told her, pulling her with me, not wanting to waste any time.
I was pretty sure that the shock was going to wear off sooner rather than later, and we weren't exactly close to home.
"Hey, you're okay, alright?" I said as I felt her body starting to tremble as we made our way out onto the main street. "You're okay. We are almost out of here. Just hold it together for a few more minutes," I urged. But by the time I got to the bikes, I knew there was no way she was going to be able to hang on trembling like she was.
"Shit," I hissed, wrapping an arm around her, holding her to me as I tried to figure out my next move.
"I'm just going to pick you up," I said when her whole body jolted when she felt my hands touch her legs. "I am going to take you to Teddy's," I told her, even though I wasn't sure how much she was actually paying attention right then. "He's not too far from here," I added, even though that was complete bullshit.
It was a bit of a haul, made worse still by carrying someone and trying not to seem too conspicuous.
It was a full twenty minutes when we finally made it to the apartment building, my arms feeling numb and weak as I confidently walked her through the lobby, slipped inside the elevator, and rode it up.
There were two penthouse apartments on the top floor with a small hallway between.
My foot kicked into Teddy's door, praying he was home because I didn't have a key or anywhere else to turn right now unless I wanted to call Seeley to come with a car, and try to hold her down in the back while she lost her shit with her PTSD.
There was a long pause that filled me with dread before the door pulled open, revealing Teddy still in his slacks and button-up but the buttons were undone.
"Shit," he said, moving out of the way to let me inside, closing the door quickly, locking it. "What happened?" he asked.
He might not have been a technical member of the club since he couldn't ride, but he was an honorary member. He was in on most of the goings on.
"Stalker. Kidnapped. Handled it," I said, walking her into the massive, open space with its floor-to-ceiling windows, white couches, white kitchen with a huge island, a TV that came out of a cabinet on the wall across from the windows.
"Okay," Teddy said, able to read between the lines. "She's not doing great," I added.
"Clearly," he said, rolling his eyes. "I can't get her on the bike like this," I added.
"Want me to drive you back?" he asked, having a specialized car or a driver at the service at any time of day.
"She can't do cars," I said, shrugging. "I just need to clean her up, calm her down, and then I can get her back to the clubhouse. Not to make you an accessory to-"
Teddy held up a hand, stopping me. "I sat on your office couch while you chopped cars I told you to steal," he reminded me. "I'm not worried about it. Take her into the guest room. What do you need from me?"
"Call the guys. And Seeley. Maybe put some coffee on? I don't know. What does she need after a seizure, kidnapping, having some dickhead paw at her, then seeing him get killed right in front of her?"
"Coffee sounds right. Maybe a drink," he added. "I'll get on it. Go on."
With that, I took Harmon down the hall and into the guest room that was bigger than my master and a fuckuva lot better decorated with its white and black color scheme, its ultra-sleek marble bathroom with its all-glass walk-in shower and giant soaking tub.
"Bath, I guess," I said, carrying her over to it, reaching in to turn it on, then carefully stripping her before lowering her into the steadily filling water. "I, ah, I guess I'm coming in," I said when that dead look stayed on her face, her body strangely limp.
I shucked my clothes, climbed in with her, reaching for the soap, squeezing it into the hot water.
"Come