My damaged hog rattles between my thighs. Add the hot pavement rising up to sizzle the lower half of my body and the sun cooking my shoulders and I f*****g guarantee it's hotter than hell.
If I manage to survive the next few hours, I'll need to repair my bike, which will be costly. That's really the least of my worries right now, and I shake off those thoughts. I should feel some form of redemption for saving the little girl who I just placed in safe arms. Kiley never deserved the drugged out mother who gave her life or what Fox, the president of the Desert Crows MC, had planned for her. The uncaring fog that's been with me for almost ten years cleared when I looked into Kiley's eyes. I didn't think my plan to remove Kiley from the house would succeed, and I expected to die. Sadly, Kiley
