Damon.
I peered through the window, watching as the people of the Gold Heart pack went about with their daily life activities. It was just eight in the morning, yet the street has gotten busy. The phone in my pocket beeped, I brought it out before swiping it opened. It was a message from Beta Levi.
Beta Levi: Nothing yet about the bikers. As I had said before, they are damn good at hiding.
His message read. I cursed under my breath. If there is anything that I do hate, then it is being under pressure. The bikers have never left a message for me, which I believe that the way they kill their prey does leaves that message. It isn’t hard to notice what they meant but hard to find out why they are doing it or who is behind them.
If only I can grasp something about them, then pulling through
