Chapter 14: The Bitter Bread
The rest of the day crawled by like a slow poison. Nobody spoke. The atmosphere in the room was so thick and heavy that every time I tried to draw a full breath, the dull ache in my chest flared up again.
Jeremy stayed by the kitchen window, his eyes fixed on the dirt yard below. Every few minutes, the low, deep roar of more motorcycles would drift up through the floorboards. The southern chapter was arriving in full force. Collin sat at the kitchen table, using a clean white cloth to wipe the dry blood from his knuckles. He kept his head down, his jaw clenched so tight the muscles in his face looked like stone.
Dean stood by the main door. He didn't sit down once. He stood there like a massive guard dog, his large arms crossed over his leather vest, his eye
