James’s vision darkened at the edges, the world greying into background noise. The oncoming figures that lapped at the fringes of the group, the hysterical crying of his mother behind him. A firm yank at his shirt had him striking out blindly behind him, only distantly registering the yelp of pain as he made contact with someone.
A sharp pain shot through his face and his head jerked to the side. James raised his eyes to meet his father’s. His grief reflected back at him. Alex’s seemed to be tempered with anger though, lit by a new fire. He grabbed his son’s shirt, pulling him up to his feet.
‘Those mongrel bikers have your daughter,’ he growled. ‘And these beasts are standing in the way. We’ll come back and bury our dead when we have Charlie back. Get in the truck. Now!’
James spared h
