Declan’s POV
I was just sitting, staring at my roommate as he slammed his hands into the steering wheel, roaring in anger. I couldn’t accept it, Tank was our friend, he was Dakota’s friend! He didn’t fit my father’s description of who would take her. Tank had friends, he was popular and fun, he protected his teammates and their girlfriends/family.
‘Mother fucker’ Daxton was screaming as we sat in the middle of the road, the headlights cutting through the darkness in front of us.
Daxton’s phone trilled to life, and I reached over and picked it up from where it sat on the truck’s dash. Dax, too angry to do anything but yell his fury.
Glancing at the screen, I answered quickly when I saw it was Francis.
‘Dax?’ came Francis’ hushed but frantic voice, ‘are you there?’
‘It’s me’ I replied
