*SETH POV*
I haven't heard from Kat or Amber in weeks, but word buzzing around here is that the biker assholes were blown to bits by the mob. It had to be the work of Katrina's boy toy's father, but I didn't say a word.
I had written to them both several times, but each letter had come back as a non-deliverable address. I wasn't sure what that meant, but hopefully, soon they will answer my calls.
This prison isn't so bad. I have made a few friends, and even a couple of enemies. I wasn't worried about them though, because they were the kind of guys who were all jaw flappin' and no action.
"Davis, you are wanted in Murdoch's office," officer Marshall called out. I nodded my head in acknowledgment, and made my way towards him, so I could be cuffed and led to my appointment.
He took me
