(Tyler)
The drive to Crosswell felt like it took forever.
Rook drove. I sat in the passenger seat. Staring out the window.
Thinking about Mirabelle.
About how she'd run from me. How she thought she could hide.
But I'd found her.
And soon, I'd have her back.
"You sure about this?" Rook asked.
I looked at him. "Yeah. Why?"
"Just making sure. This isn't going to be easy. Devil's Reach is a big club. Well connected. Well armed."
"I don't care."
"You should. They're not going to just hand her over."
"That's why I'm offering to pay you. And your club."
Rook nodded. "Right. But you need to understand what you're asking. This isn't just grabbing some girl off the street. This is raiding an MC compound."
"I know what I'm asking."
He looked at me. "You really want her back that much?"
