LUTHER
Fucking hell.
Someone’s fist collides with my gut, and I growl, low and feral, spitting blood onto the dirt. It barely has time to hit the ground before another punch lands—this time against my ribs, exactly where I’m already f****d up.
Pain flares white-hot, but I don’t make a sound but I won’t give them that.
The past few weeks have been hell. I’ve been running on fumes, hunting for the right time, the right angle, the right way to take back what’s mine. Crescent Pack belongs to me. But this? This wasn’t the plan. I f*****g stop searching for Amanda too but the boys are trying their best. I know they always will but right now f**k we needed to do things alone because we can’t catch her.
So here I am trying to get her back on my own. I tried to take Crescent pack back—alon
