RAFE’S POV
The sound of my bike’s engine was the only thing loud enough to drown out the murderous thoughts in my head. I didn't wait for her, because if I had stayed in that room for one more second, looking at Jalen’s pathetic, unconscious body, I would have finished him off.
The image of her in that raggedy-ass motel made my vision go red. A motel. She went to a literal slum to meet a man who has done nothing but devalue her since the day they met.
The wind whipped against my face as I pushed the bike to its limit, weaving through traffic with recklessness. I was well past the point of caring. I hated how much I cared about her and obsessed over her. My blood was boiling. If Delinda hadn’t been there... if I hadn't pushed Delinda to follow her...
I gripped the handles until my knuck
