(Ridge)
A week passed.
Wednesday to Wednesday.
Same routine every day. Mira woke up. Trained with Jake. Got ready for work. Brothers drove her to The Spoke. Brought her back at night.
Seven days. No Tyler. No problems.
But I couldn't relax.
Every morning I woke up thinking today's the day. Today Tyler shows up. Today something goes wrong.
And every night Mira came home safe. But it didn't make me feel better.
It was Wednesday again. Morning. I stood by the van with Crash and Holt.
"We got this, Prez," Crash said. "Same as every day."
"I know."
"She'll be fine."
I nodded. But my mind was already running through every scenario. What if Tyler hit them on the road. What if he came through the front door. What if he brought more guys than we planned for.
Mira came out. Gun tucked i
