Cruz:
After completing loosing my s**t, I composed myself, ready to get today's s**t done and over with. I was still seeing red when I checked my phone.
Avery.
That girl. That f*****g girl.
She hadn’t gone home like she was supposed to. No. She was at the damn park. Sitting out there like some naïve doe, like she wasn’t being watched. Like she didn’t have me—and worse, others—who noticed her every move. She made it too easy for something to happen to her. And what really burned me?
She didn’t care that I’d see it.
No response. No obedience. Just rebellion masked as independence.
Whatever. I couldn’t go after her now. I had s**t to handle. My mess, my brothers, my patch. Everything I’d fought for, bled for, had to be in order. Because one slip, one moment of weakness, and they’d take
