Chapter 92

Drew

My blood is running cold, my gaze is in deep colors of red and gray as Dalton drives me to CRISIS. My hands were shaking too hard to get onto my bike. That's never, in all the years I've ridden, happened to me. Fear traps me tightly in its clutches, wrapping tightly around my body as we drive in his truck, the emergency lights flashing.

I was completely against calling the cops as soon as they told me what happened. I want retribution, I want this fucker's heart still beating in my hands when I get done with him, I want every drop of blood I can get. There's one thing to mess with my club, one thing to piss me off, a whole other thing to take my child in fucking broad daylight.

And fuck, Justice, she's my one who feels everything. My bleeding heart who's tough, but does her best to try and understand things from every perspective. Harley? She'd beat the shit out this person, I have no doubt about it, but Justice. This could break her, and I don't want her broken. God, I love