DIESEL POV
“She ran.”
The words slammed into me like a fist to the throat. My helmet hit the gravel with a crack—I didn’t even remember dropping it. Rage ignited fast, white-hot, burning through every vein.
Raven took one look at my face and her mouth snapped shut mid-sentence.
“What the f**k did you just say?” I asked, taking a step forward. She stiffened but didn’t back away.
“She—”
“She—what?” I growled, my voice already low and lethal.
“I mean, she—”
“When? Where the f**k did she go? What way?” Each word came out sharper than the last, cutting her off before she could say another word.
She suddenly threw her face to the side and stood straight, ignoring the questions. She squared up instead, chin high like she was ready for war.
“She left when she f*****g knew about the bount
