Lyla POV
Leaving the pack grounds, I notice my bag in the passenger footwear. Good I thought I forgot it, I bet some of those papers will be really helpful. Eating some snacks and drinking the coffee, I flick the radio on loud. Using the loud music to stop the concussion from making me pass out, the coffee helps too. I can’t help but wonder what Andrew is us to, days ago I missed being in his arms. Now I’d do anything just to lock eyes with him, to know he is ok and to tell him I love him.
Having another emotional moment, tears fall down my face. “F*ck I’m so sick of crying” I yell.
“And I’m sick of your stupid music, turn it off for f*cks sake” snapping my eyes to the rear view mirror I see Marcus straining to peer over the back seats.
“Ah, sh!t I forgot to gag you. Just do us all a
