Raptor
MY GPS TOLD ME that Jensen was just over three hours away. On the way out of town, Tank and I stopped at a gas station, filled our tanks, and grabbed several cans of energy drinks.
“Stay strong, brother,” said Tank, holding out his fist.
I tapped it with mine. “Thanks, man. Knowing that you’ve got my back makes it easier.”
He nodded. “I’ll always have your back. Just like I know you’ll always have mine.”
“Damn straight.”
We parted and started driving, with me in front and him following in his truck. After thirty minutes of being on the road, my phone rang, jerking me to attention. It was a private number.
“Yeah,” I answered.
“Let me guess, you’re headed out here to try and save your bitches.”
It was Mud.
“Let them go,” I said, not answering the question. “Those girls have
