Chapter Twelve
We finally arrived back at the large concrete compound just as the bright afternoon sun climbed much higher into the clear blue sky, casting hot rays of light down upon the gravel yard. The long motorcycle ride out on the open highway had left me feeling significantly lighter than I had in days the cool wind was still tangled in my messy hair, the memory of Stone’s thick, solid body pressing firmly between my thighs was fresh in my mind, and the image of the open road stretching out ahead of us felt like a beautiful promise of freedom. But the exact second our heavy wheels rolled back through the massive, rusty metal security gates, the overall atmosphere of the place instantly felt much heavier, darker, and thicker with trouble.
Several patched members of the Iron Reapers
