I let out a small, bitter breath, my fingers tracing the hard line of Locke’s collarbone. “Jade was ready to kill her with her heels.”
A faint, low rumble of amusement vibrates in Locke’s chest, “Jade’s a lunatic when it comes to you. Mayhem had to hold her back in the elevator on the ride up just to make sure she didn't sprint out into the snowstorm to hunt Willow down herself.”
I smile faintly against his skin, the thought of my best friend bringing a tiny spark of light into the dark room. “She called Willow a thrift-store demon.”
“She ain’t wrong,” Locke mutters, his fingers gently playing with the ends of my hair. “Having her and Mayhem here... it helped. Mayhem called some MC allies after he and Jade left here. He’s putting Willow’s name, face, and info in every clubhouse from her
