The hunt for Jamie lasted less than two days. Nobody celebrated when they found him and nobody looked relieved. They didn’t even look angry anymore.
The entire club just felt exhausted like everyone already knew how the story was going to end.
I sat beside Knox during church when Roman dragged the young prospect through the front doors and the sight alone made my stomach tighten.
Jamie looked terrible. His face was bruised and his clothes were filthy. And fear practically poured off him.
The kid couldn’t have been older than twenty. Maybe younger. And Roman shoved him toward the center of the room.
“Talk.” Roman said.
Jamie stumbled before catching himself and his eyes darted around desperately. He was looking for sympathy or mercy or basically anything.
Unfortunately, church
