Glory
Tw: violence and gore
As Blaze and I neared my hometown of Savannah, Georgia, overwhelming questions hit me like a freight train. How would all this play out with my sister? Would she come with us willingly or be too traumatized to do anything but go back home? Did Nikolai Velnov hurt her other than physically? That final question repeated itself as we got onto Highway 80 and headed towards the Velnov mansion.
The unmistakable roar of Harley-Davidsons echoed down the highway. Glancing back, I potted Pig leading a pack of at least twenty bikers, effortlessly cutting through traffic to get into position right behind our bumper.
“Glory, we’re going to pull off the highway in about five miles. Chaos has done intel and there is no way we’re getting into that mansion undetected. I thi
