Raiden:
The night bled into the road as I flew down the highway, the engine of my bike snarling beneath me like a beast with a thirst for blood. I didn't care that I was pushing eighty, ninety, a hundred through the bends—if I lost control, so be it. At least then I wouldn't have to deal with this rage that was threatening to crack my bones from the inside out.
Who the f**k did Beckett think he was?
He had the balls to come looking for me? After throwing Ella—his pregnant sister—out like trash? After she broke apart in my arms last night, sobbing like her whole world had collapsed, because it had?
Fuck him.
Fuck Colt.
Those stuck-up, golden-boy assholes had no right to act like I was the problem when I was the only one making sure she didn’t drown in their mess.
The compound came in
