Marco’s POV.
We arrived in New Orleans a few hours ago. We are all tired and anxious to get to our girl before that fucker has a chance to get his hands on her. But I know Mic. She will fight.
She has a defiant streak a mile long and I know she will use it, so I dread to think what state she is in. Physically, mentally and emotionally.
But one thing I can thank Alfonso for is that Mic is a fighter. She will not allow them to break her. She is too stubborn for that, and for that I’m truly thankful.
We roll up to the gates of The Devil’s Eye MC, and the gates open and we roll on through. We park our bikes and walk towards the doors of the clubhouse, which looks like a colonial house.
“Well, look who it is?” I smile when he walks towards me and hugs me. I hug him back.
“Kane, it is g
