DAMON
The mansion was quiet when I walked through the front door and the peace of it hit me so hard it actually hurt, I stood in the entrance hall and felt it, feeling the dread at the exact same time because I knew what was coming.
If those bikers showed up in Ashwood looking for what I owed them, this quiet would not last another forty-eight hours. They would come here. They would target the people I cared about because that was how men like that operated, they went for the soft places first. I stood there in my dirty jacket with ash on my hands and thought, how do I fix this. How do I actually fix this?
I needed her. That was the only thought underneath all the noise. Her scent, her warmth, the way she looked at me sometimes like the world was manageable and nothing had burned down y
