Sprocket POV
Skittles looked a bit rattled when she returned to her car and waited; then her boss arrived, talked, hugged, and took over the case. Something was wrong; like my girl had seen some terrible things, what had she just seen for her to lose all the colour in her face?
When we arrived back at the clubhouse, I wanted to question her, but Skittles demanded to see Storm, and I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from pushing her for information.
It was challenging to see her sad and walk away like I had to.
I followed Storm and Skittles into the office and leaned against the door, arms folded, as I waited to hear what was going on.
"Talk." Storm barked out, in a voice strong and sure as the president he was, but he shouldn't have been too assertive; he didn't get to see her dr
