The mountain road wound and twisted like a snake, and every choice that brought me to this moment felt wrong.
"You really don’t have to go through with this," I said for the tenth time, gripping the seat tightly in Kane’s truck as we navigated sharp turns that seemed to lead right into the dark abyss below.
Kane’s hands were steady on the wheel, but I could see his jaw tense, a sign I’d learned meant trouble was brewing. “Yeah, I have to. If I back down from Marcus, it sends the wrong message.”
“But what message does walking into a trap send?”
Kane grinned, his smile sharp as a blade. “It says I’m not afraid of him.”
Behind us, motorcycles roared like hungry beasts, their headlights piercing the mountain darkness. Jake had argued against bringing me along, but I had insisted I would
