Harlow Pov
I made sure not to cry on the drive into the city as I gripped the steering wheel of my beat-up car, my eyes focused blindly on the highway ahead.
Grizz must have radioed the front gates, because they slid open the second my car approached the exit and they let me leave without a fuss.
Although my heart was beating fine, I couldn't feel it. The hope that had sparked in my chest just an hour ago was dead, crushed under the weight of Torin’s brutal confession.
I pulled into the parking lot of Piper’s apartment complex, killed the engine, and just sat there for a minute. She was the only person who had kept me sane for the last five years. I came here to ask her for help with the cartel debt, to figure out a plan to get two hundred thousand dollars before the week runs out, but
