Zoe
The ride to Marisol's house felt like the longest twenty minutes of my life, wind roaring past as Ryder pushed his bike harder than I'd ever felt him push it, my arms locked around his waist while Jax and Mason kept pace on either side, two more club members trailing behind us. Nobody spoke. There wasn't anything to say that would make the next few minutes go faster.
We killed the engines a block out, coasting the last stretch in tense silence, and my stomach dropped the second the yellow house came into view. The dark sedan Marisol had described was still parked across the street, engine idling, and even from a distance I could see a figure in the driver's seat, watching the house with unhurried patience that made my skin crawl.
Ryder held up a hand, signaling us to hold position,
