Eliza’s veins were pumped full of adrenaline as she drove on the highway. Her naked body stuck to the seat as blood began to dry. She looked over at Liam, slumped in the front seat next to her, as they drove past a street light. She was worried, scared, and unsure of what to do with him. He would’ve looked like he was just sleeping if it wasn’t for the large gash on his swollen brow, stained bloody as proof of his fight. Rage still bubbled in her belly to see Liam so hurt. She wished she could have torn Max to a million pieces for what he did to Liam.
Her knuckles turned white as she felt tears prickle her eyes. How had they gotten into this mess? They had done everything by the book, followed all of the damn traditions, and still ended up getting screwed over. She pounded her fist onto
