Finch
As I followed Rooster, I used our stops at red lights to send a message out to my dad, letting him know we may need backup. My gut told me s**t was definitely about to hit the fan, and if I was right, Rooster was going to need more than Goose and me at his back. I did note he wasn’t calling in his own backup, but I also don’t think he was thinking things through all the way. I have never seen the guy so angry. Not like he was when Goose and I were talking to him outside the hospital.
Way too soon, Rooster was pulling his bike into a driveway that wasn’t his, nor was it any of the other members of the MC. Parking, he was off his bike and headed up to the front door before Goose and I could even park on the street. Thankfully, the sound of more bikes nearby filled my ears as Goose,
