Ben
Leaning forward over the dashboard it took me a moment to realise what I was seeing. A group of men surrounding and kicking at a bundle of rags on the ground.
“Son of a bitch.”
It wasn’t a pile of rags. It was Jace. Who I was hoping soon would be my son.
“Easy brother.” Wyatt voice was growly as he slammed his foot onto the brake. Bringing the sleek sports car to a screeching stop.
I barely paused to listen to him before I was swinging myself out of the car. Wyatt was a fine one to talk. The anger was rolling off of him. And who could blame him with his past.
A roar ripped itself from my lips as I sprinted towards my fallen stepson. I tossed two foxes behind me like they weighed nothing at all.
“You are to late.” Lochlin stepped forward. His face a mask of hatred but there was w
