The look had been received loud and clear, that didn’t mean Bishop let down his guard, or regretted his words. He wasn’t a man prone to empty threats, so he meant what he said. Still, when the dog whined and pawed at the ground, he wasn’t thankful that he hadn’t had to resort to following through on said threat. They had all seen enough bloodshed and fighting for one night.
Even if they had seen enough bloodshed, Bishop’s hand remained on his knife as Adelaide moved towards the bloodied man. His face contorting in a wince as he watched her winch the belt around his ribs. Mentally he took note that the young woman held such confidence in her actions that she no doubt had done this before - which wasn’t surprising considering he knew the men she had grown up with.
Teagan’s words broke through his thoughts and reminded him that time was of the essence, he caught her gaze and nodded in understanding. The two of them never needed many words to communicate, even when the tension from their earlier conversation hung in the air between them. “While she’s getting her bike, we’re going to help you to the truck, if you’re alright with that?” Bishop wouldn’t force the man to take help if he didn’t want it.
Glancing away from the man and back to Adelaide, he spoke again. “My bike’s back that way, I’ll grab it once T’s back,” Bishop pointed in the direction of the alleyway they had come from as he spoke. “You sure you’re okay taking him in your truck?” There was a level of concern in his voice, an uneasiness at the idea of Adelaide in the truck by herself with the mystery man.