On the one hand, Jo couldn’t believe it when Silver walked away, got into the van and drove away from her, as cool and collected and disinterested as you please. Hadn’t she practically spelled it out for him that she was in serious trouble? On the other hand, he was safe and away from this psycho gun-toting ex of hers… and that was all that she cared about. On the other other hand, she was holding out hope that he was phoning Wolf and Scars and Ice right now, calling in some reinforcements in the form of some kick-ass ex-one-percenter bikers, and that he’d be back with a damn army to rip the door off its hinges and storm the place.
It might very well be too late for her when and if they got there – but she knew with everything that she had that they’d find Brian and make him beg for them
